Mikey Likes It - Mikey Mike

I feel, I mean I have a sense of their being

A particular sort of, how do we say

A center of something

Some sort of senstive core inside the skin

And that corresponds to the word I

Let’s take a look at this

I like girls, girls, girls, all day all night

If she got arms and legs

Then bingo she’s my type, aw yeah

Mikey likes it

Uppers and downers at the same damn time

The mushroom caps with the cocaine lines, aw yeah

Mikey likes it

Curry chicken, easy cheese, chili peppers, soul to squeeze, yeah

Mikey likes it

Lava lamps, rainy days, Halle Berry, Purple Haze yeah

Mikey likes it

I like taking long hot showers in the darkness

Scrubbing myself with Dove soap

Mikey likes it

I like hopping in an Uber

Pretending I’m a crack head for the full ride

Scratching my neck, itching, sneezing

Mikey likes it

UFO’s, lucid dreams, dirty Chuck’s, denim jeans yeah

Mikey likes it

Yogananda, Stevie Nicks, Davey Waynes, naked pics yeah

Mikey likes it

I like the smell of gasoline

The taste of syrup on a peach

The feel of getting my hair cut

The look of Venice on LSD

I like it

Who like it, who like it?

I like it

It is a hallucination

That is to say a false sense of personal identity