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I saw you on an album, it was a vinyl, you had your angel wings, you had an arrow in your back, maybe two. I wondered what it meant, then I saw you with an arrow in the front. You were in the waiting room, you were waiting for me to come through. Then I showed up with my left hand bandaged, and you wondered, was it me, the one you were looking for? Yeah, you know it’s me, so what you wanna do? Well, I think we should go on a trip, where do you wanna go this time? Let’s go back to KY, not talking about the jelly guy, you know what I mean. Why don’t we get those cigars for you and I to have a Che Guevara party? You know we like to smoke, we want all the smoke, yo. So who was it thinking that this was a joke? Who was it out there thinking that this was a joke? It’s not a joke, it’s just proof. Of love, proof of love, proof of love, cause I’m a scientist and I wanna know if love really exists, because I can talk to anyone I want on my radio, and I know when I talk to the one I love, my wife, there’s only one reply from my wife. So if you weren’t my wife, why were you replying? This ain’t no joke, this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no joke. Well, what’s the answer? If it’s not a unanimous yes, then I wanna know who I gotta kick in the chest with a rifle bullet. You know that rifle has a kick when it’s called Obama. That rifle has a kick when it’s called Camila. But when the rifle is called George Washington, that’s my favorite one to shoot you, if you were talking shit. Not you, just whoever was talking shit.