I'm sitting on the toilet With my sunglasses on Wondering what you are up to This hotel's got bathroom telephones But I don't want to interrupt you You might be painting your nails With your hot curlers on Each one a different color Or listening to that beach boys sailing song Sloop john b or another
Chorus: Ethylene, my ethylene My love for you is just obscene My deer you dress My fish you clean But you are nowhere to be seen My ethylene
Well you could bag your limit With a bow and arrow Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark Well I thought we were walking Down the straight and narrow How'd we ever drift so far apart
I took my eighteen wheels On this road to nowhere And you disappeared right up in the hills Like smoke up a chimney Girl, I go there Yeah in my dreams I visit you still
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Now some men will drive To the edges of nothing So they can take a peak at the great abyss Some men avoid love Like it was a plague or something So they can leave the seat down When they piss
I miss that crocheted thing You kept on the kleenex box I miss my feet On your cold linoleum floor Sippin hot coffee After makin love till daybreak Well ethylene a fool would ask for more
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