sangria on the couch
you thought i'd say patio didn't?
ashamed
disappointed disapprove
just say dis-a-dam-dam when shit
der-dam-doo
make a song out of it
smoke a joint, hell it's the goddamn weekend
none of it for me though, my drug is love
love me love me
loser me loser me
just another loser me
how did this song start?
it's not a song but a proverb
a verb that pro
when the verbs get weird, the verbs turn pro
*chuckle*
i hope your snausage is ready for your flight
i'm back to the vegetarianism
no stop now, bales of hay and cornbread
and i think i'm a mongoloid, or a hun.
all in all, with down sundrome no doubt
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