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Monday, December 05, 2005

To Charlotte - The Girl Of My Dreams

I don't know if this is going to get to you
I only caught your first name
You probably don't remember me
You seemed pretty wasted at the time
I had a pretty good buzz on myself

I was waiting to be booked
public urination and drunk in public
when 4 officers carried you in
hog-tied, flailing & spewing f-bombs
soon handcuffed on the bench next to mine

I overheard the AO read your rap sheet aloud
Battery, assaulting an officer, resisting arrest,
disorderly conduct & malicious wounding
hard to believe you did all that
what do you weigh, maybe 105?

Your blouse must have been ripped in the fight
I saw your bra strap sticking out
I don't know if you got punched in the face
or maybe it's just how you do your makeup
either way, you looked good like that

You peered over and gave a quick laugh
I swear it was someone else's puke on my tie
I tried to loosen it with my chin
I didn't want to look like a square
I'm usually not this "establishment"

I wanted to ask you about your mods
but then they ball-gagged you
(you shouldn't have tried to spit on that cop
you missed anyhow - nice distance though -
and hit the guy sleeping on the floor)

I could only see the one tat
but you probably have more
I was gonna get one once
but the guy stopped after I passed out
that explains the dot on my crotch

But that's how I knew your first name
from the tattoo on your neck
I asked the cops about you at my arraignment
but they said they don't have you on file
maybe "Good Charlotte" is just your nickname