Tekster: Mustard Plug. Pray For Mojo. Send You Back.

I saw it on a cereal box,
'said it costs just three mere bucks
I shipped it off with seven tops,
and waited by the mail.
In seven weeks it finally came,
I ripped the box without no shame,
I turned it on, it fell apart but that was just the start.

I know the time is right,
won't let the chance go by.
I'll give it one more try before I send,
before I send it back.

I met her at an Eastown bar,
I knew it wouldn't go real far.
I called her up, we had a date, another after that.
Then there was a sudden change,
the silly girl forgot my name,
I knew it was just all her game but it could not be the same