MOG

With nightmare bogus poetry

She's cooking salad for breakfast

With her skinny fingers fondling my world

She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's the science of herself
She's playing footsie in another dimension
She's a nightmare hippy girl
It's a new age letdown in my face
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's a witness to her own glory
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changing' my style
Uptight and a little bit snooty
She's got a thousand lonely husbands

She's got dried up flowers, flaky skin

She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
With her skinny fingers fondling my world
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
Self-conscious and a little bit moody
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
She's a frolicking depression
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
She's a nightmare hippy girl
She's a never ending story
And she's meditating with the Devil