First she took him to town. But the reason for this was not found. And before he even wanted to cry. She said: summer days go by. . Next she showed him around.
Sitting with the thinker. Trying to work it out. It's a traffic jam of the brain. Makes you want to scream and shout. . Presidential party. No one wants to dance.
Fill it and thrill it. Turn back to kill it. Just gimme the laughter. Again. . You were a mistress. Just making me distress. And I'm gonna miss this. I wait and wait and wait.