This cigarette has left me shaking. 
The vinaigrette has left me making.
Poor decisions and poor manners.
Vinegar leaves me soulless about the matter.
I found myself weak last night.
Forgot about myself that I have to fight.
I do what I want, but this time, it isn’t right.
Take my hand off the pocket knife.
I’ve got to be aware that it’s easy for me to be cold.
A heart less brick that will tell you what you ought to know.
I’ve got this switch blade just for the show.
I’m ready to defend what I call my own.
But I can’t lose my groove.
The gypsy that drives my voodoo.
New York, I’m coming to you.
Get ready for this California crew.

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