Stoned

Well I must have been stoned when this whole thing started Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore Can't figure out where I'm at Maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go Hitchhike to Rhome Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days You say, "Maybe you can stay with me I say, "Lady, that's a dangerous plan" You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand Take a letter to God, dear Sir, I'm dissatisfied Well it ain't Your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart All I need is a brief reprieve, I keep leaving, I ain't gettin' nowhere Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair? Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care I think You're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear I think You're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here Well, I must have been stoned Well, I must have been stoned Well, I must have been stoned Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned