From amongst the Adidas Of the Forman Mills In a moment of weakness I called the one that I love still I called but you couldn't hear me You were getting on a train You sounded so like yourself You sounded so brave And nothing was begetting nothing I was fine this morning Bullshit, nobody was fine this morning I know I can't play you Cool as a cucumber I wouldn't want to try and play you Hell, I know you got my number I'm still operating On some major misconceptions You said my soul was needing Major reflection But I'm busy this afternoon Getting crunched by hyenas I was free this morning Free Like free willy