No more fortuitousity happenstance The white flag is waved Like giving up on the highway I can taste your cool porcelain
Following the rules in splendid form, social mores galore clarifying the way. No more spillages I know where I'm coming from, down the mountain breathing and tasting.
feets, are the foundation of our uprightedness, knees, are for the leanings in advance of our fall. hips, are for the twisting- and swivelling of it all. necks, keep our head up in back stroke, or the crawl.