It is only right to tell you,
Even though the silence,
That I could smell that,
That there is spinach in your teeth,
And puff pastry in your beard.
It is only right,
Even though the silence,
That I should know
That you let Kevin die,
Chasing oblivion from a chair in his bedroom.
Let's enjoy the party though,
I'm glad you got fixed up,
That you are better now,
That I am too,
Chasing the waiter for spinach and feta puffs.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 8:53 PM UTC
It is only right to tell you,
Even though the silence,
That I could smell that,
That there is spinach in your teeth,
And puff pastry in your beard.
It is only right,
Even though the silence,
That I should know
That you let Kevin die,
Chasing oblivion from a chair in his bedroom.
Let's enjoy the party though,
I'm glad you got fixed up,
That you are better now,
That I am too,
Chasing the waiter for spinach and feta puffs.
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