Bad trips

I’m naked in the backyard
Naked as a bitch
Waiting for cats and dogs
They could have it for free

That’s the kind of bad trips I have
When you’re too far away
When you’re gone to Paris and leave me home all alone

That’s the kind of bad trips I love
When I feel so sad
When you’re gone to Paris and let me sleep alone at night

I’m drowning in a bath of cookies
With huge chocolate chips
I don’t care if I can’t breath
As long as I can eat

That’s the kind of bad trips I have
When you’re too far away
When you’re gone to Paris and leave me home all alone

That’s the kind of bad trips I love
When I feel so sad
When you’re gone to Paris and let me sleep alone at night

I’m naked in our bed
I’m faking to sleep
Hoping you’ll lay by my side
You would have it for free

That’s the kind of good trips I have
When you come back home
When I hear the door slam in the middle of the night

That’s the kind of good trips I love
When I feel so glad
When you’re back from Paris it means I won’t sleep alone tonight

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