The Coffee And Tea Wrecks

The road, baby, is tight
and we roll, baby, you know tonight
there’s a full pie in the sky
and it pulls, baby, you know to ride
It’s fair because
i get higher than i think i was
we pull over when were tired
we get wired
So pretty in white
and we roll out of your club tonite
you so out of sight
but your girlfriend hippie trance love to fly