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I can't seem to catch a break My luck is marred by misfortune I pass the dance squads grooving to tunes coming out of their ghetto blaster Shaved ice and snow cones Party foul! Lamps busted get an adhesive They went sightseeing Dabbling in the art of hiking More or less wandering It may sound off putting to some He is a delightful chap He's good with wingnuts and transistors Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Cut up the buckwheat For an incomparable meal Empty out the ashtrays and spittoons The epilogues of habits Solve improper fractions You got nothing else better to do Recite the silicone soliloquy Fritter away the votes for the popularity contest Because you've spoken your mind Here comes The Pony Express Here I come looking disheveled We're all onions, peel back the layers and look for yourself Play it by ear We can hear you panting The lazy work horse With a hostile mentality And portentous attitude Go alphabetize the tiles in the bathroom "Crime is common, logic is rare" But she has defied that statement When she waltzed in, and looked for the emergency exits And found a sense of humor amongst her latchkey misery and love life tragedies As the clueless boys on blue try to fill their quota And the ones in deep thought assess situations While putting lipstick on pigs in a blanket During the inspection of a chalk line ****** scene
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
A Glance Into A Day In An Ordinary Day
I can't seem to catch a break My luck is marred by misfortune I pass the dance squads grooving to tunes coming out of their ghetto blaster Shaved ice and snow cones Party foul! Lamps busted get an adhesive They went sightseeing Dabbling in the art of hiking More or less wandering It may sound off putting to some He is a delightful chap He's good with wingnuts and transistors Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Cut up the buckwheat For an incomparable meal Empty out the ashtrays and spittoons The epilogues of habits Solve improper fractions You got nothing else better to do Recite the silicone soliloquy Fritter away the votes for the popularity contest Because you've spoken your mind Here comes The Pony Express Here I come looking disheveled We're all onions, peel back the layers and look for yourself Play it by ear We can hear you panting The lazy work horse With a hostile mentality And portentous attitude Go alphabetize the tiles in the bathroom "Crime is common, logic is rare" But she has defied that statement When she waltzed in, and looked for the emergency exits And found a sense of humor amongst her latchkey misery and love life tragedies As the clueless boys on blue try to fill their quota And the ones in deep thought assess situations While putting lipstick on pigs in a blanket During the inspection of a chalk line ****** scene
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Colombian
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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