Why? Twenty-Eight Lyrics

twenty eight,
tell me, are you single yet?
my heart's as big as texas.
it'd take more than just a lingual
threat to get this past to let live.
at best he'll need a sedative,
and strap him to a steady bed.
at worst it's, he's already dead
the first time folks have
heard this-a song of these,
the bone dry jokes from the
grown kids' spokes man's notebooks.
li'l pone go slow and hollow
like an empty rowboat looks,
left to float alone, it follows.
where any air goes, it's took.