Campfire Girls

2 o clock in the afternoon.
the afternoon, Im trapped inside.
no ones home but the icicles they melt away,
its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o clock I turn on the tube.
just to hear background noise.
its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know,
but feel like motorcycle boy.
dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, dont you miss me?
5 o clock in the afternoon.
the afternoon were trapped inside.
5 o clock and now theres nothing to do you know,
but drink away into the night.
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