once again im in trouble with my only friend, she is papering the window panes, she is putting on a smile, living in a glasshouse. once again packd like frozen and battery hens. think of all the starving millions. dont talk politics and dont throw stones, your royal highnesses. well of course id like to sit to around and chat. well ofcourse id like to stay and chew the fat. well of course id like to sit around and chat but someones listening in. once again we are hungry for a lynching, thats a strange mistake to make, you should turn the other cheek, living in a glasshouse. well of course id like to sit around and chat. well of course id like to stay and chew the fat. well of course id like to sit around and chat only only only. theres someone listening in. |