glitched upprobably needs to be stitched uprearrange my pitchswitch back and forth like Cameo in '86throw a lot of static in the mixthat's what you get when there's no let upfret not, yet that's not all I've gotlittle things mean a lotJust when you thought you knew what to expectthe signal turns to redirectJust a sec to get some brothers correctNothing less than perfect but what did you expect?Illiterate rhymes about Percocet?or Valium?Or tranquilizers?See how I surprise ya?Nor did I realize when I surmiseA new day to see the sun riseAbove the clouds in gloomy skiesThe many phases where love diesYou cast your eyes upon breasts and thighsThen say "honey, not tonight"Knowing something just ain't rightbut you rather give up then put up a fightScreaming at each other 'till the dawn's early lightlike there's no end in sight.