I wasn't gonna tell you everything
When I saw chocolate in your hair,
I knew you weren't so sweet
You weren't so sweet

I wasn't gonna look at your wedding ring
But you smiled and said you knew him
in the back of the car
Back of the car

Now that we're livin' in a van
I don't care anymore
You sell beads to hippies on the beach and I'm
painting presidents on the pavement

I wasn't gonna throw a drink through McDonald's
But you told me that your sister
was born with birth defects
and she had some sex

I wasn't gonna show you everything
But you mentioned that you love me
But you who speak
That's not too deep

Now that we're livin' in a van
I don't care anymore
You sell beads to hippies on the beach and I'm
painting presidents on the pavement
Painting presidents on the pavement

Now that we're livin' in a van
I don't care anymore
You sell beads to hippies on the beach and I'm
painting presidents on the pavement
Painting presidents on the pavement

Freak out...

...alright



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Monkeywrencher Love Song song meanings
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