A psycho ballad about the struggle to fit in with the cool crowd.

I had a slightly younger drop dead frigging gorgeous mail carrier girlfriend (always had a thing for female mail carriers) with thighs to bust your eardrums. She was running with the 'cool' crowd and I so wanted to be part of it. The title came from an expression used when inquiring if the effects of certain substances needed to be augmented. One of the last major contributions of my now retired cherry red SG Gibson guitar,