All We Need Is Like

I kissed a boy I liked a lot,
and then we smoked a bong of pot.
Some Cheetos, Frito's, cheesy slop
cured our munchies, so we flopped
into his bed.

Peace, man.


Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye
Nananana Nananana Heyhey-ay Goo-od-bye

(Note to self: expand on this idea. Incense, Donovan or Melanie, black light posters, hanging beads in the doorway, long frizzy hair, tie-dye, ragged jeans...)

They call me mellow yellow ... that's rightly