Cocaine - Stephen Lynch

She’s a Brooklyn punk rocker, he’s a Jersey meathead

Nothing in common, it won’t last, they said

He doesn’t much like her, she thinks he’s a jerk

What keeps them together?

What makes it work?

They both love cocaine, but only from midnight 'til 9

Really love that cocaine, they’re writing their fairy tale line after line

after line

He gets to chopping', she grabs the straws

Now they’re both wired and grinding their jaws

They pace and they chainsmoke and ash in a cup

They got nothing to say but won’t shut the fuck up

Because of sweet, sweet cocaine to help them get over the hump

Really need me cocaine, their love ain’t no smooth ride it’s bump after bump

after bump

They’re sweating and fighting, the morning sun’s lurking

They tried having sex but his dick isn’t working

The coke makes her edgy, and he’s getting vicious

They both want to stop, but it smells so delicious

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