To be clean out of money

But with four healthy limbs

Could drive any body to name their kid Kim

I swear I'd never name my kid Kim



We met at a party

I was drunk and smoking cloves

I really just needed a ride back to town

No I don't smoke cloves anymore

And so she explains her theory

Her feet propped on new pillows

And her roommate behind her playing bongos

Kim, you bore me to death

You bore me to death



Kim, you bore me to death

Kim, you bore me to death

Kim, you bore me to death

Kim, you bore me to death

Kim, you bore me to death