A Guinness rumble pedigree smoke black
and a top froth man-rant about the
unexpectations we tell you we have
(my hands are too cold to spell) and
I think on my way to see you,
something around the 3 month mark,
that maybe your hair's still long and
not the real short I fell in love with
when I was nearly 'Key Boy' and there
was a bloody great hole in the world.
Next I'm happy, the trench of personality and
decent to work - we were poor lecturers,
ex-1960, Hollywood school-boys on Madonna and a disco miss.
You'd often be along with mayhem
and he disappeared, the hair style,
the elaborate and don't you...but no,
they do things like further seminars,
I hope it's still paying - the patient walked through.
Because the three extensions, they sold to me,
it's a branch - the ward hasn't made a difference to us.
They just move lots of time -
that's probably why, there's problems
and...we're interested in,
yeah I mean, after my two weeks off,
finished Delta - to be a good teacher again.
Because I know I stood once
and those things are good for me.
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