Texty: Slightly Stoopid. Live & Direct Acoustic Roots. Prophet.

But i aint no prophet
To cure some damn disease
And would you help me anyway
If i was on my knees
I'm going through my time of change
In my time of need
And every little thing is gonna
Be all the same

And then i thought to my self
I'm gonna marry into wealth
I'm gonna take everything she's got to offer and keep it for myself
Oh yeah
She said to me
I don't like what i see
And i say to her
But i don't even know you there
Every time that i called you up
On the telephone
But each time you say to me
I want to be alone
Well so i hopped in my car
And drove away some place real far
I'm gonna push my pedal straight for the metal
And head right for the bar
She said to me
I don't like what i see
But i say to her
Take off all your underwear