I met a girl on rollerskates. She had a spare bag, she had lost some weight. Where I used to work, she was a waitress. She proposed a trade, it was generous. She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea. And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she will leave me. Well, I heard a sign, it was a dull crack. It was a clock hand, it was snapping back. Oh, well, it wasn't hers, it was the dope's kiss. I'll take the blame upon my shoulder, Well, I just love to feel like this. She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea. And if she finds out when she comes back, I know that she will leave me. Roller boogie, motherfucker.