Vārdi: Daniele Luttazzi. Money For Dope. Something Fantastic.

She closed her eyes and in ten seconds flat
she was daydreaming as usual
The goofy clock on her night table
read six-thirty-seven, she opened her
eyes, ?I?m late? she said ?bye, dad?. She
slammed the front door
She stood on the sidewalk and stuck out her
thumb

A trucker stopped, he seemed friendly enough
but he went on asking questions.
?Do you have a boyfriend??
He leered at one point ?look, I?m on acid,
So leave me alone, all right??
That shut him up
She hallucinated in peace

Something fantastic is going to happen, I don?t think it?s up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
?It?s about time? she though.

Something fantastic is going to happen, I don?t think it?s up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
?It?s about time? she though.

Something fantastic is going to happen, I don?t think it?s up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
?It?s about time? she though.

(Thanks to Apudica_Faziosa for these lyrics)