What I was told I was destined to be And what was indebted and ripped at the seams The garden got crowded, they're talking too loud The man on the screen he is freaking me out Saying: Don't let me down You're letting me down
The art of the marketer's option to spoil The writer is pulling her heart from the oil The market is crowded, they've started to yell The artist is selling sad nudes of herself Saying: I hope that this helps I can't seem to tell
What I was told I was destined to grow A bold hearted woman I thought I'd never know A home with a garden A duck who was stout A cat with a snake hanging out of its mouth A carrot is dangled A course it is set Saying: I'm not quite there yet But I'm trying to get
