Beck - Novacane

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She took me off my guard,
with disappointment.
I got sucked in side
of her apartment.
She's got dried up flowers,
and flaky skin,
a beaded necklace,
and a bottle of gin.
She's a nightmare hippy girl,
with her skinny fingers fondling my world.
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty,
self-conscious and a little bit...
groovy.
It's new-aged let down,
in my face.
She's so spaced out,
that there ain't no space.
She got marijuana
on the bathroom tile.
I'm caught in a vortex,
she's changing my style.
She's a nightmare hippy girl,
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world.
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty,
uptight and a little bit...
snooty.
She's a magical, sparklin' tease.
She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze.
Yo, she's busting out onto the scene,
with nightmare bogus poetry.
She's a melted avocado on the self.
She's a science of herself.
She's spasing out on a cosmic level,
and she's meditating with the devil.
She's cooking salad for breakfast.
She's got tofu the size of Texas.
She's a witness to her own glory.
She's a never ending story.
She's a frolicking depression.
She's a self inflected obsession.
She's got a thousand lonely husbands.
She's playin' footsy in another dimension.
She's a goddess for milkin' the time,
for all that it's worth.