so it went like this

I finished work And then I drove home pissed Oh, God, what's worse than when your Shit's all twisted, everything's off So I hit the joint, and now I'm feeling better And I strip down south 'cause I'm the naked neighbor It's a choice, or am I cursed? It's a toss-up Sometimes I get on my knees Pray to God, the birds and the bees I do it in a crisis, it's a crisis nightly now Then through my nightgown, there's a breeze And out the window, through the trees I see it and it's striking It's a bowling alley party I forgot about But I got my creams on and my gown on And I don't think anyone cares if I go or not So wrong to think everyone loves me But doesn't need to be around me all the time (Oh-ah-ah) But I'll be honest, yeah, the bowling alley kinda sounds nice (Oh-ah-ah) And I'm invited, so I'll go there tonight