The Geraldine Fibbers - Dusted lyrics

I still miss the smell of a Dead skunk on the Pasedena freeway Wind rippin' though my veins Little shiny aeroplanes Blowin' up my skirt Nothing ever hurt Never gonna die And the look in your eye Like fireworks Got one hand on the wheel The other getting fresh with the corduroy Covering my angel boy But I'm gone gone gone I'm dusted I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm dusted I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm dusted I'm gone gone gone I'm dust. A pretty boy's a bad boy And a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl The boys I know s** 'til they blow The girlies still are good to go The girl downstairs with her crem-delish And the one on the couch eating Bananafish I'd like to curl you up with a better book But there's no finer fish to hook And I'm gone gone gone I'm dusted I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm dusted I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm dusted I'm gone gone gone I'm dusted If I only had a brain If I only had a brain If I only had a brain it would give me something more to deliver but I'm gone...