let me tell you a little something about myself.
India's different.
Haven't washed my hair in three days.
Haven't shaved my legs in three long weeks.
Jimi Hendrix's my oldest new best friend.
Dirt's caked to the bottom on my feet.
Forget tan lines, I've got dirt lines round my sandal straps.
whoooa oh oh yeah - everything's gonna be all right this morning.
I like it that way
I like it that way.
I try to strum my poems on guitar
all comes out like - I'm leaving on this train
ain't never comin' back
ain't gonna miss you none,
but you can pack your bags and come along.
The time it takes,
the time it takes for your spit to fall
three stories to the ground
that's how long your life is.
I'll drink to that.
Cuz I'm a manchild, all right.
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