Josephine is not your kind She believes in magic and rhymes You tried hard to make her fine But she sleeps with acid
Do her parents know it´s for real When she asked them to be high I don´t know But they sure will be aware of it
She smokes clouds every single night Should be glad that she´s alive In her head she sees butterflies with pistols
Josephine is not your kind She believes in ravers with dimes You tried hard to see her eyes But they´re made for others
She runs to the club with some cash And spends them all on pleasure In her head there´s some old drug Taking care of her
Gets the very best of a man And pays him with a laugh Don´t you see she is not a mystery
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