Weed Out lyrics

She had a real cute face and Despite her lack of taste I thought it was time to say helloYes we have met beforeIn September last fallAround a camp fire and yes I think I like herChorus:So I played myself outSip from my 40-ounceDon't smoke the weed outTook a step backSo I played myself outSip from my 40-ounceDon't smoke the weed outTill the cows come homeAnd I don't know where I let myself goAnd I don't know if I'm ever gonna let it goFirst time I saw her face was Working at my cafe andSimply she flew into the roomWe had not met beforeI had to think of baseballWe traded phone numbers andYes I think I like herChorusSo I guess it's been crapped uppedForever not enoughMy little buttercupRemembered what was upSo I guess it's been crapped upped, forever not enough, my little buttercupChorus