I went down to meet my girlfriends for the ones who to moan and complain about their just like me, But I got there, they were smiling, they were happy, I thought What's up with What the hells up with that? They we've just come from our past life therapist who us to our lives gone by and man they were fine And now we feel with our present cause We had one hell of a And said: the state of your sad pathetic life, why you must have Some of cultural icon in an era gone by! Great. Thanks. Well, I got a session, I lay down on the and she said, Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! And my mind it started like some psychedelic drug thing And I found in a field (smelling very badly) I heard a grunt and went black Well when I came to she said, "You're not to like this But your past life was as an indigent serf And while foraging a meal of and potatoes, You were attacked by a boar." I said, "Well sounds a lot like my last blind date, are you sure you didn't get the signals crossed?" She said, "I don't think So." I said, "Well, when I met this tragic, death, was I and serf in a satisfying committed relationship?" She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough, good lord I'm more Cause I was some low life peasant, I past life regressed.
She said, "We're to try this again, usually the best possible Past life comes to the forefront first but maybe there's something with the default mechanism, lets give it another shot.
Well, she took me further and it got more scary I was an ice age who ate a deadly berry And I stumbled out of my to die alone in the snow. I said, "Well when I was ice age chick, did I have a man to mine?" She said, "Honey, when you died you ten at the time." I said, "Well, they started young back then. . .."
She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough now I'm more depressed Cause I was just some low peasant When I past regressed
I had a friend out, she was Cleopatra! I had friend . . .um . . . she was Cleopatra as well. I had a third friend. . . well, to say PMS around that palace must been a living hell But I wasn't there. I wasn't anywhere even near strata. Well, we kept my soul as it cycled on down the chain, and at every point along the spiral I out miserably.
Until finally, we my life as a plant. And i said, "Cross pollination! I'm getting tonight!" She said, "You were mugwort. And mugwort asexually. (Talk about setting an precedent for yourself.)
As if my life weren't bad enough, now I'm more depressed Cause I was some low life peasant A foul ignorant serf An ice age chick probably dug up by school kids. Even as a DAMN PLANT I get any action
I past life regressed.