who promise the (escaping then Not the Twas Don't that we not
maggot minions wire. tangled it true with the substance firmly in my
grasp Oh, let us seek refuge in Antigua Where no one will laugh at my
big gut with bedazzled pupils encompassing spastic neon I made time
to see you you said so what her cold gaze settled down upon those
about her like so much freon
And I'd rather be grey, but I can't speak for you.