I'm not hugging you no more Because you hug back like a cactus. Out come rosy red cheeks And I'm springing leaks.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. Trail off and disappear.
Kids grow up and they all have one. Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure. A diamond in the rough polished up To be an immaculate piece of shit. I hope you make it.
