Kim, You Bore Me To Death Lyrics

Grandaddy Kim, You Bore Me To Death

To be clean out of money could rive any body to name their kid Kim We met at a party I swear i'd never name my kid Kim but with four healthy limbs I was drunk and smoking cloves I really just needed a ride back to town no I dont smoke cloves anymore And so she explains her theory And her roommate behind her playing bongos Kim you bore me to death Her feet propped on new pillows you bore me to death