By Dawn Date: 19 July 2000
A tub full of bubbles which wash away my troubles. I sit and soak, while a Marlboro I toke. Thinking about tomorrow please be no more sorrow. My skin starts to prune so I better get out soon. Dry off the suds hop into some cozy duds. Slip into bed while I have a clear head. Thank goodness for those bubbles which wash away my troubles.