Pill Popper

Well, you were so prim and you were so proper No one would have pegged you for a little pill popper And you fell mad in love with a stoner poet Against your will, you began to chill out I'll never forget the way we used to make out You were mad in love, no way out Oh, how things change And nothing ever remains the same You've got to hang on To the little whiles that make you smile Things that make you smile Well, you were always talking about a big brick house And I was writing songs living like a field mouse Now we both knew it wasn't gonna work And last I heard you were with some doctor I bet he's writing notes for my little pill popper And yeah, I still smoke it time to time Oh, how things change And nothing ever remains the same You've got to hang on To the little whiles that make you smile Things that make you smile You were so prim and you were so proper No one would have pegged you for a little pill popper And you fell mad in love with a stoner poet