Boxlicker101
Licker of Boxes
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- Apr 5, 2003
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Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
That song has several good lines: "I fumbled in the closet for my cleanest dirty shirt." and "The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert."