soul coughing
i miss the girl
Daughter to the pop veneer Shining like a new mint quarter Shining like the Franklin Mint Seedy like the lampshade quarter  Rolling with the dopes you know Rolling with the wrong gun on you Going down to Baltimore Going in an off-white Honda  Oh I miss the girl, miss the girl, miss the girl I want to give myself to the water Speeding to the rupture line Rat-a-tatting boombox moocher  Darling with the boop shuh-nai Rat-a-tatting lose your future I dream that she aims to be the bllom upon my misery She rocks the mop style, she needs the rest  And I know it's not the same thing