It smells like freedom
In our window.
I smoke my rocket
And hide a grass into my pocket.
They do not know about my deals.
They do not know about my pills.
I’ve never been so psyched out
Therefore I won’t to tell about.
I wanna be in the ozone
In spite of that could turn me on.
I’m not about to fire a line
I just wanna have a good time!
Pipe dream
© Copyright: Юля Серова, 2010
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