I was walking up Broadway, you know, and there's this incredible looking Swedish girl having a Cappuccino across the street from Lincoln Center. I started talking to her, you know - She said her name was Lola, Her English wasn't too good, you know - but we wound up spending about 5 hours together just hanging out you know. So we go back to my place - we get high - we get really into each other, man. It was love about to happen...I'm serious. And then all of a sudden she gets up and she says, she says "Hey, I really gotta leave"
Damn!
But you know I was really flipped out, you know, and she asked me if I'm angry or something. I said of course I'm angry, man. This isn't high school or anything, you know. So I'm feeling really cavalier and I say uuh...call me if you want to... huh, yeah...call me if you want to. So she rang me up and she says, "Hey! Do you wanna go out?" Huh, Do I wanna go out?
Yeah, she took me home, man. She threw me all around the room, man. I mean this chick was really hot. She was nice to me, you know. She let me keep on my cowboy boots and everything...she was allright... oooh!
I dare you to play this record.
Anyway so she took me home and she splattered my brains.
Yeah, there I am. There I am. What happened? What happened? Where was I? Oh here I am.
I told her I wouldn't sleep with her friends - she doesn't sleep with my friends. Anything else you do, you know...Don't you tell me.