Lyric Stoned

Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
Cause I just can t seem to think straight anymore.

Can t figure out where I m at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you re swell but I ain t gonna tell you so.
I think you re great but it s late and I d better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I m flat broke, I ve been smoking butts for days.

You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that s a dangerous plan."
You re quite a woman, but I don t wanna be your man.
You re quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I m dissatisfied.
Well it ain t your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain t gettin nowhere."
Won t you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won t you stay? I can t play like I don t care.
I think you re dope, and I hope I m making myself clear.
I think you re fly and that s why I m getting out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I d been stoned.