STUFF

Stuffed in the doorway cuz some local band
was schmoozin and bluesin a packed crowd on hand
So I staggered and I swaggered and paid the fat man
Went in to use this stupid line on some fan, and it goes:
I'd look so good dripping all over you
You'd look so good hanging all over me

Why do you see stuff better than me?
Why do you hear stuff better than me?
Why do you do stuff better than me?
Better than me,better than me

It took me a while but what did I find?
A wakadu honey with an apple behind
Aroma, acoma? She talked off my ear
Did I look stupid with my hair in my beer as I said:
I'd look so good dripping all over you
You'd look so good hanging all over me

Why do you see stuff better than me?
Why do you hear stuff better than me?
Why do you do stuff better than me?
Better than me,better than me

See you at my show, you sit and stare
A beer or the bathroom when you leave your chair
Come closer, no closer I can't see your hair
How can we do it when you're way over there?
And I said:
I'd look so good dripping all over you
You'd look so good hanging all over me

Why do you see stuff better than me?
Why do you hear stuff better than me?
Why do you do stuff better than me?
Better than me,better than me

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