running joke

it became a running joke
she used to often say
mmmm, you smell good
and i would always grin and say, baby
i am good

then when she would say
you smell like a cigar
i'd take a puff and say, baby
i am a cigar

and then when she'd say
you smell like a brewery
i'd take a swig and say, baby
i am a brewery

and when she'd say
you look like death warmed over
i'd hit that pipe again and say, baby
i am death warmed over

and when she said
you look like you're going somewhere
i opened the door and said, baby
i'm not coming back

oct. 17, '98

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