"Air" Supply

ORIGINAL: 'All Out of Love' by Air Supply
PARODY: 'All Out of Herbs' by Teh Moose

I'm sitting alone with my mouth on my bong
Smoking you till it hurts
I know you hurt too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your leaves on my lawn
For times when my bank account’s empty
You would make me believe that unicorns were real
But your leaves don’t grow, doesn't really grow


Chorus:
I 'm all out of herbs, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I 'm all out of herbs, I’m sober without you
I can't be too late to say that I should get a new bong


I want you to come back and get me stoned
Away from this stupid ‘yam cha’ nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too
Those fucking lights look so bright, oh so bright
And what would you say if I bought you now
And said that I stopped smoking,
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me and get me stoned, I'll be stoned

Chorus

Oh, what are you smoking there?
Is that a doobie? Do share.
Oh, what are you smoking son?
You look zonked to me, mon.

Pass me that wacky tobacky dammit!

Chorus (33565x)

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