Miss America 1988

Lyrics
[Intro] "I love you" (laughing) I haven't developed a taste for blood yet But I feel it coming on I haven't developed a taste for love yet But I feel it so strong I can write a hundred thousands songs And seem on line about a topic I can smoke a hundred thousand blunts Of that mother fucking chronic
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Credits
- Writers
- Devi McCallion