Stroll
I was taken by her style
She said
You can do better my friend
Looking at me with eyes of green
Spring in her soul
Think I'm a make a mistake
I'll never regret
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
Head out the window when we're on
The interstate
Lookin at me
With a vicious
Look in her eyes
My eyes are red I can't
Remember what
You said
Can you repeat
Yourself for the
Twelfth time today
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
Is it the world or is it just me
The birds and the bees don't invite me like they used to
So can you tell me what you're trying to get into
On this stroll tonight
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
She said
You can do better my friend
Looking at me with eyes of green
Spring in her soul
Think I'm a make a mistake
I'll never regret
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
Head out the window when we're on
The interstate
Lookin at me
With a vicious
Look in her eyes
My eyes are red I can't
Remember what
You said
Can you repeat
Yourself for the
Twelfth time today
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
Is it the world or is it just me
The birds and the bees don't invite me like they used to
So can you tell me what you're trying to get into
On this stroll tonight
We go take a stroll for our fucking mental health
Because they'll never ever ask again
Ask if you're doing well
I'm getting sick and tired of the same old
fucking trees
The stupid birds and fucking bees
Why do I always hate what I see
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