e (p.m.)
Verse 1
I was sitting with a bloody head, outside of X
At the Berkeley Square in my proud boy dumbness
Half drunk, half sexed, half conscious
Lenny had said, "Shouldn't you check it?"
I said, checking is for wimps
So, I flew into the hedge, up and above
Looking at the blue skies below flying like a dove
I was head over heels when I hit the manhole cover
No, I'm in pain, duh
Chorus
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Verse 3
Well, sleeveless shirts and Catholic school skirts
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