Everyday should look like it's before noon
But I always crave you after 1:00 P.M.
Had a tough day, locked to my word no hope for a daydreaming dunce
But my card is punched
Waiting for the call
Blood rushing through my head, my head rushing through
The hyperbeam of flavors
Mixed berry, apple, cherry
Subtleties of your body, joy in my life
Noogie my strife