waiting for a girl, i've got time to kill.
digging in my pockets for the poison pill.
don't get me wrong, just a little bit of fun,
open up your mind, see the midnight sun.

this cradle of fears is my cradle of tears,
dragging through the night, it just disappears.
i'm wanting her, i'm waiting for the lady to come,
be patient, be chill is the rule of thumb.

pill red or the blue, it's hard to choose.
then i hear the light tap tapping of Mary Janes shoes.
she smiles and winks, also kisses me there.
i taste her tongue, love the smell of her hair.

show her the pills, she says "save it for later",
whats the big deal? she says "i've got something greater".
pulls out a baggy about the size of my fist,
a quarter of chron? i couldn't resist.

Can't fucking wait, to blaze with the girl,
in tight little jeans and expensive pearls.
who makes the jokes with tongue in cheek,
fuck me sweetheart, you got a lot of mystique.