I Play Direct

This was hopeful
This was clean
I was simple
It was stirring
Up the neighbors
Who had kids
They were playing
With found things
I am anxious
It was hard
I got drinking
From some thinking
We got wasted
Hmm hmm hmm
She was nasty
He was sappy
I got over
You got under
We were baking
Cold and shaking
Things were better
When I never
Talked to girls
Make me nervous
I'm not macho
No head honcho
We are naked
So let's call up those winners
Then we'll board up the windows
And get naked



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Hugh Matthews
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