...And now some freakystuff.
	O' sweet Stoner Chick, so young and so free You cut class like the morning breeze cuts through a summer field With your Rocker T-shirt and your long feathered hair and your acid washed jeans You are a princess of Rock, and you shine like a diamond to me Be it Axl, be it Slayer, be it Sabbath, be it Ozzy solo.... You are my Stoner Chick, as sweet as a solo by Eddie (VH) With your red blurred eyes, your yellow cigarette stained finger tips, You speak to me with a constant "weed giggle" O' how I adore the way the black paint chips slowly off of your fingernails And how you never quite seem to know who the Vice President is You are My Stoner Chick, and you stone me with your rockin' love!
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