Just last night I cuddled up with Kelly.
I kept her warm, but we never kissed. And on a drunk night, I made out with Jesse,
but she's not the kind of girl I'm inclined to miss.
And I had me a dirty dream about Colleen,
sometimes my mind just wanders away off
to this lonseome place
and I'm staring at the ghostly face
of a girl whose name I can't even say.
A girl, whose name I can't even say.
And I spit coldfire,
and I should've just walked away,
from the girl whose name I can't even say.
Laura, put your head on my shoulder and I'll tell you in my awkward way:
do you remember the time I barged in?
You were in your underwear.
How I wanted to stare.
You held me in my lonesome days
and I didn't see the ghostly face,
of a girl whose name I can't even say. That ghost bought a bicycle, and she just rode away,
from the girl whose name I can't even say.
