Miss America 1988 lyrics
by Devi McCallion
[intro]
"i love you"
(laughing)
I haven’t developed a taste for blood yet
But i feel it coming on
I haven’t developed a taste for love yet
But i feel it so strong
I can write a hundred thousands songs
And seem on line about a topic
I can smoke a hundred thousand blunts
Of that mother f*cking chronic