split ends

writing letters to my frenz

telling them all about split ends

watching flowers hit the floor

why can't he see there's so much more

four of one

twenty of another

it's all the same to me

brother

never know these days

mother

i might still be your lover

yeah

nothing else is so obscene as

coffee beans and smoke machines

take your daughter for a ride

let her know you're on her side

guess there's no words can beat

the sunday treat where rigamortis meat

wish you'd never found your feet

sniffing toe jams really neat

it is

writing letters to my frenz

telling them all about split ends