Out on the leaving
If I’m a pool I’ll be a pool
Then I’m the captain of America
Happy ever after with the comet gone
I’ll put my cake down on you
Kiss on a lick
Your cake was taken from me
All I have is it
Your face
Your luck
Your treat
I’m writing for the Parve sailor
We’ll bet my kids
Got no friends in ink
No plans I’ve managed to keep
