I actually have a girlfriend, umm, but it's with struggling
Because she lives in France, eh, she's French, she lives all the way over there
And we haven't been able to see each other for a year
Because of the disease, I've AIDS and eh-
She's great though, she sends me presents all the time
That's how she keeps it going, she sends me gift
In the mail, I get something from her every week
Sometimes, it's chocolate from France or shirt
She wishes that I would wear instead of things like this
And sometimes she sends something to make fun of me
'Cause she's a little fucked up
So last time she sent me a pair of little girls panties
And uh yeah, I was like that's not funny
Because these are in my house now
I can't get rid of them, it's like nuclear waste
Think about-, I can't throw them out because
I can't have people find little girls panties in my garbage
With coffee grounds and butter on them
And every solution I think of makes it worse
Like if I, if I put 'em in a bag inside another bag
And layers of duct tape wrapped in thin foil
But if I put them in a coffee can and I nail it shut
And I bury it in the park in the middle of the night
Or if I cut 'em into tiny pieces
And throw away one piece each week in a different town
My friend tried to help me, he is like, "Why don't you just burn them?"
I'm like, "Do you understand?"
"Even if there's a one in a million chance I get caught burning little girls panties?"
So I'm wearing them right now
Yeah, it's the only solution I could come up with
I wear them everyday
And I handwash them, and I dry them like this
It's a straight on the little strawberries