My money's low, so instead I'll write you songs everyone will know. Everyone will kno-ow.
Can you hear me? I write so much that it makes me sick. That is all about you.
Lol
Can you hear me? I write so much that it makes me sick. That is all about you.
Lol
Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold
Deceit so natural
But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning
Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jill's a little ***** and her alibis are dirty tricks