WOTTHE FUCLRE;: Hot hot heat

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

It’s not enough to hear me say you’ve won,

You only wanted me for having fun,

But now I think you’ve gone and had your way,

And left me with a pile of bills to pay,

I can’t even rewind the tape machine,

To listen to your drunken reasoning.

So here it is, your final lullaby:

So,Good night, good night,

You’re embarrassing me,

You’re embarrassing you.

So, good night, good night,

Walk away from the door,

Walk away from my life.

So good night

WOTTHE FUCLRE;