My girl is a bowl of hash, a familiar looking rash My girl's my secret stash, my shampooed pile of trash My girl's a borealis-lit fjord My girl's a summons ignored My girl's a beer, freshly poured A lost tribe's library stored You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease I want your disease I want your disease My girl is off-track betting My girl is a traffic light My girl is an unmade bed My girl is a moonless night My girl is choppy air My girl is a Golden Corall My girl is a curse word screamed My girl is not their scene You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease I want your disease I want your