What it was
You isn't what I am
But I don't give a damn
You can take the highway.

How you do?
My mind's made up for certain
I hate to see you hurtin'
But I don't mind the view.

Go to hell
Miles of lillies strewn between us
Make a carpet of our dunes
Take the hill and I'll surrender

Go to hell
Fish in pockets full of treason
Bake the goddess in a kiln
Weave a basket from her hair

And go to hell

Sho' you right
It doesn't mean a thing
It really never did
And we'll just go on bluffing

But you know
If you fix it in your mind
And think of it most kind
You might deeply feel the nonsense

Go to hell.....

© 2001 GNILSONGS

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