Since it don’t make, saying it don’t scan, why shouldn’t I take you as you am?
Make it don’t sense, scan it don’t sane, what’s your two cents, explain?
Well you know that I’m no mud, if you ask me to I’ll stay, but every time put me
Up, get down some new
Bed don’t rest, blanket I’m not
love I it’s surely.
I’d given you this I into the clay, but now time put up,
new way.
It’s you love more than surely.
don’t make, it scan, why didn’t I take your hand?
Well I it through, when I can’t
be
You.
You.