Stoned and Starving

I was walking through Ridgewood, Queens.
I was flipping through magazines.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was reading ingredients,
Asking myself «should I eat this?»
I was so stoned and starving.
I was scratching off silver ink.
I was deciding what to drink.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was walking through Ridgewood, Queens.
I was flipping through magazines.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was walking through Ridgewood, Queens.
I was flipping through magazines.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was debating Swedish Fish,
Roasted peanuts or licorice.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was holding some wadded bills,
I was reading that smoking kills.
I was so stoned and starving.
I was walking through Ridgewood, Queens.
I was flipping through magazines.
I was so stoned and starving.