Shivaree

I can smell the change that's on your hands
Packing up your philips head and honey bear
Brandy danced for you and all your friends
Last night you think you might have left your money there
Good morning now your keys are gone
And the thundercats are on
The paper's here, it says it's over; kiss your mom
You can't hit a nail straight when you're laughing
Crystal was an unsuccessful blonde
Hasn't been to bed now for a week or two
Organizing closets until dawn
It's lovely how she's always finding things to do
Now Scotty's knife is in your hand
And your contact's in the sand
You're hallucinating in the heat