Nirvana
Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip songtekst
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that you're only supposed to use once and then discard. Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend. My shyness, pet her flow. She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had sex for a week. A meal a day, a meal, I say. And my heart's made my Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis. She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer. She's only five weeks late, and I haven't had a date forever ever...ever...forever! Wish I had more...more opportunity, more chances to remember some things so I couldn't have so much pressure on my... on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head. We'd have so much more diversity, and so much more input, so much more creative flow, if we had someone in school, a (GIT) GIT...geeks...in...town. Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one Girls In Trouble It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels No, GWC Fuck, man, this is a waste of time! (laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh! You're personally responsible for the entire strip...to be washed away cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol flowed through the strip and were set on fire. It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight. And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom, and his...silk and he...he erected a beautiful city a city of stars