We'd go to a restaurant if you'd wanna,
or hang-out in your room and listen to Madonna,
or go out trick-or-treating for sexual favors,
and other age-inappropriate behaviors.
I'd forget that I was dealing with a kid –
you didn't waste my time, I did.
I'd sit there patiently while you'd gossip,
and pretend to ignore things that you'd let slip.
You'd never ask about your present company;
but I feared what you'd tell others about me.
Although I knew everything you'd kept hid –
you didn't waste my time, I did.
Even if though miss you,
I'm glad you're gone for good;
I never want to hear from you again,
but wish that I would.
Your moods would change like morning, noon and night;
I wouldn't respond, and you'd pull stunts in spite.
I'd put up with it, and can't remember how;
someone else has to deal with you now.
My love cost you nothing; you sold yours for the highest bid.
I didn't waste your time, but you did.
(Little Girl – Hot Chick – His Wife – Old Woman . . .)
More out-of-this world psych jams from the Los Angeles outfit, thick with noise-rock fuzz and hazy dream pop vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021