Yeah, it's raw...

By zorell · Mar 1, 2009 ·
  1. Got my coca-cola glass
    and I'm spinnin' it around,
    pondering and wondrin'
    why my world's upside down.
    Got messed up in things
    I couldn't avoid,
    and now I am confused,
    also annoyed.

    Spin little glass,
    you're my centerfuge.
    Can't take anymore,
    reality deludes.
    Good gawd dang!
    I thought I had escaped;
    but here I am again,
    in my emotions draped.

    Darned skippy,
    my emotions are worn on my sleeves.
    And when I finally embrace sanity,
    it gets up and leaves.
    Can't take it any longer,
    it ain't makin' me no stronger.
    I would love to give up now,
    but I'm wrapped around yer finger.

    Wrapped,
    spaghetti round a fork,
    crime round New York,
    orbits around planets,
    a satelite of your sun.
    Is it the masochist in me,
    or is this plain fun?

    No, but wait!
    I ain't done!
    Look at this string of emotion
    you've begun.
    I blame you,
    I do, I do, I do-ooh!

    Spin little glass, spin,
    coz my word is unravelin'.

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