She runs in circles and talks in tongues...Said burn your Doc's throw out your Cosmo and your Details and your Vogue...She hates fashion hypocrites...And the puppets they spew forth...She hates people who hate...But she hates to hate cause she hates negativity...She's sick of being tired and tired of being sick...She smells like dope...My god she tastes like cinnamon...I'm in love...You're so fucked up I think I love you...She told me that she was born at Woodstock...I told her that I had never been there but I saw the movie once...I stayed up late...It was on TV...The Who played all of Tommy...And Jimi's Star Spangled Banner...But Kiss didn't play so I didn't really give a...I tried to say I'd be her bimbo if she could fit me in...But I just mumbled something incoherent...Like...I know that she knows she could take me for a ride...She said that I said she could take me for a ride