Dear jesus I'm stuck in such a rut, I've no idea what I want to draw anymore. All my ideas are gone. '-' Oh well, something will come to me, Reply if you've got anything.
I can show you how to hoe without making love, the way you look at me; I can tell that you're a freak. And I'll be layin in the sun, bottle and a gun; The way you look at me I can tell that your a freak.