Stupid Girl

I've driven around town, hit all the bars,
And I've definitely seen the stars,
Or, I believe, more like starlets.
I found this little girl, big rack and all,
With a perky little neat smile
That I thought was so very chic.
I asked her if she wanted a beer,
Which she was all to happy to oblige.
We went on to my house that night,
And broke my old spring mattress.

There was something about this girl
I just didn't comprehend.
So many things in this world
Are better than this little tramp.
She can ride a man all day and night
Without making him feel whole.
Just something about her that ain't right,
And I reach for my weed bowl.
Two plus two just doesn't add up with her,
Not with this stupid girl.

I smoke a blunt and think some more,
But not that cunt, that fucking whore.
I'm an avid reader of Joyce and Thoreau,
While she's worried about cleaning her hole.
I called out to that bitch for some more action,
Because you know, something about her is fun.
I guess I'm destined for hell because of this great sin,
This sin, of taking advantage of this stupid girl, again.
I'm drunk, high, a float in the clouds, flying in the sky.
She's a stupid girl, and she'll fuck me without reply.