Grease Weasel - Bottom Shelf Blues

Ohhhhhhh

Roses are red
And the violet blues
Still ring in my head when we rendevous

Got me lyin' face down
Passed out in my room
If you think you're sad
I'm sadder than you

Hidin' on the bottom shelf
Thinkin' you're so cool
Segregated from the rest of your crew
When I tried to make amends out didn't approve
And when we tried to break bread we couldn't come to a

Compromise
I try to empathize
With the sounds that are coming right out of your mouth
But they contradict my own eyes

I think this song could use some ooo's

Oooooooo

Oooooooo
Oooooooo
Oooooooo
Oooooooo
Oooooooo
Oooooooo

Roses are red and the violet sun
Still fill my house as you hit my tongue
Make me free of doubt
Make me fucking dumb
Make me want to shout
At the top of my lungs

Give me 1 2 3 reasons to believe
That this isn't a toxic dependency
Wanted 3 2 1 and done but we
Didn't have the desire to be free of

One another we soon
Discover
We're living frame to frame
And the dates are all that change

Written by:
Samuel Yousufzai

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