Josephine is not your kind she believes in magic & rhymes
You tried hard to make her fine but she sleeps with acid
Do her parents know it's for real
When she asks them to be high I don't know
But they sure will be aware of it
She smokes clouds every single night
Should be glad that she's alive
In her head she sees butterflies with pistols
Josephine is not your kind she believes in ravers with dimes
You tried hard to see her eyes but they're made for others
She runs to the club with some cash and spends them
Taking care of her gets the very best of a man
And pays him with a laugh don't you see
She's not a mystery