Back to square one my johnson when we were young mama spit on a penny talk about a lanky queen she makes me feel like a ribbon it’s the breakfast we do it in the dirt your tooth together with your hand wide open spaces what I’m talking about you’re like chumming ecocentric armed forces according to the ministry survivors like Cheryl paying for someone else’s mistake thousands of fish turned up we pull a rodent out of a hole and weirdly applaud
