Red Eyes
Shut the window
Don't bang the window
I know you want to hit my head
With something harder than the pillow
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, I love my green
I wish I could smoke it with my chic
But she always gives me that look
When I roll up one or two
She always rolls her eyes
When she sees my red eyes
Copyright © Bud Cee | Year Posted 2018
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