J9, I drink you up
J9, I drink you up
J9, J9
I sing
if you were the Baltic sea
and I were a cup uh huh

Varick street and I drove south
with my hands on the wheel
and your taste in my mouth

Jesus to my left
the hollow tunnel on my right
angels shine down from
the traffic light
(light light light light light light)

J9, I drink you up
J9, I drink you up
J9, J9
I sing
if you were the Baltic sea
and I were a cup uh huh

and I fell asleep by
the blue light of Moeesha
and as I drifted off,
I heard Countess Vaughn*****
say to me
"please point your browsers to www.j9.org"

slap myself to wake
but now it's too late
cause I spelled your name out
on my licence plate

smile
don't look so serious
smile
walk, smile, hiss
mourn over your butterfly wings (wings)

J9, I drink you up
J9, I drink you up
J9, J9
I sing
if you were the Baltic sea
and I were a cup uh huh
if you were the Baltic sea
if you were the Baltic sea
and I were a cup uh huh
if you were the Baltic sea
and I were a cup uh huh

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