Toujours stupéfié par ce manque de direction. Hey you, hey you. Né à la césarienne sa première opération. Hey you, hey you. Ses habits avantage sa pâle imcomplexion.
Slightly bemused by his lack of direction. Hey You, Hey You. Came to this world by caesarean section. Hey You, Hey You. Chooses his clothes to match his pallid complexion.
We'll rise above this. We'll cry about this. As we live and learn. A broken promise. I was not honest. Now I watch as tables turn. And you're singing.
Meet the brick shithouse. This is the brick shithouse. This is the brick shithouse. This is the brick shithouse. This is the brick shithouse. This is the brick shithouse.
I wrote this novel just for you. it sounds pretentious but it's true. i wrote this novel just for you. that's why it's vulgar. that's why it's blue. .
If I could tear you from the ceiling. And guarantee a source divine. Rid you of possessions fleeting. Remain your funny valentine. . Don't go and leave me.
Fall into you, is all I seem to do. When I hit the bottle. 'Cause I'm afraid to be alone. . Tear us in two, is all it seems to do. As the anger fades.