To those who would ***** you profess to adore you I saw right through you and your sweet refrain.
On the ***** Michaelangelo, flat on his back, I didn't expect that and neither did you.
I am calling a taxi, but the internet tracks me and the ***** reflects me under a pristine refectory where the faithful say mass for me and it's dreadful to see.
On the hour comes epiphany, an epic on channel three, she's someone Michaelangelo should really see, but it's not up to me.
Because I who admire you, who would walk through the fire for you and lay down and die for you am through with the *******.
It's time to get down to it, open up and put your mind to it or else we may find that it's a complete waste of time.