This song wouldn't have made it normally
I met a young girl on the Internet
Norma Leigh
Should have been tossed away
But I had to open my mouth
Should have been in a grave
Fertilizer in a landfill
Slivering down the acid melts
What the hell is slivering
Slivering down the acid melts
What the hell does it all mean
I shouldn't be writing this song presently
I met the young girl's sister
Present Leigh
Now I know to keep my mouth shut
Never try something new
'Cause if you got stuck with this title
Yeah you'd feel the same way too
Slivering down the acid melts
What the hell is slivering
Slivering down the acid melts
What the hell does it all mean
We've been through rock paper scissors
Drawing slips outta hats
Leaving it up to wizards
And restaurant drafts
Then I had to open my mouth
And suggest something new
Next time I'll just keep my mouth shut
The way good boys do