Feb 23, 2010 23:08
Hard hard hard to get out the door
I hope that if I don't a muscle tore
I won't use the flesh to make a smore
I never shall, I never shall
Go go go to war!
Nor will I fight war for a whore!
You doory doory ole whore (door.)
Do babies cry at night for twilight sparrows?
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