She drives me nuts
So I started smoking
Blunts, real big blunts
But I can still
Hear her complaining
Here comes the vodka
Make it a double
It ain't no trouble
But I can still
Hear her complaining
Bring out the guitar
Crank it up
And hear nothing else-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That does sound a bit crazy ;)