I met a girl on rollerskates.
She had a spare bag, she had lost some weight.
Where I used to work, she was a waitress.
She proposed a trade, it was generous.
She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea.
And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she will leave me.
Well, I heard a sign, it was a dull crack.
It was a clock hand, it was snapping back.
Oh, well, it wasn't hers, it was the dope's kiss.
I'll take the blame upon my shoulder,
Well, I just love to feel like this.
She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea.
And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she will leave me.
Roller boogie, motherfucker.
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