She say it's warm outside and she hands me a furcoat
She's always doin' weird things like that
She got the munchies again and it might as well be my fault
And she goes and eats stale raisins
And she dreams about purple haze and

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I say baby
It's 3 am, why am I hungry?
Then she says maybe...
Well I can't think of the reason, it's hard sometimes
Says the weed's gonna wash away all my memory

She's got a little bag of something, but it's probably nothing
And in her color tripped-out world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the weed don't take her quite as high as it used to
And she goes and eats stale raisins
And she dreams about purple haze and

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She believes that life is made up of all that you smoke too
And the clock on the wall read 4:20 for days, and days
She thinks that cannibus is a hat that sits on her forehead
And inside she scarfs raisins

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