The first time I saw you you said you were drunk, too much beer, or so

you thunk. A night of drinking had clouded your head, and in another

day you wouldn't know what you said. You said you were sorry as you

drooled on my shoe, and I just laughed at one sight of you. You

couldn't walk straight and you slurred when you spoke, and I thought

it was just a joke.

I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but

you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of

air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.

Well the second time I saw you you said you were sick, strong cough

syrup and many of it. Stomach cramps and a blistering fever, i carverd

your thoughts like a butcher's cleaver. your ? you said it yourself.

You needed some rest, you felt like hell. All your medication had made

you slow, but it was yourself, how was I to know?

I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but

you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of

air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.

The third time I saw you you hadn't slept a wink, not enough Zs you

just couldn't think. You tossed and turned the whole night long, and

when you awoke the world seemed wrong. It was much too early, your

eyes were lead, you said you felt like the living dead. Sleep

deprivation was the word today, but how should i have known you were

always this way?

I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but

you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of

air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.

The last time i saw, you had nothing to claim, you couldn't think fast

enough to even explain. I looked into you eyes and could s