Oh honey, I mix you so, cause, you’re a nut here. I’m prying all day, come wipe away my teeth. I’m stinking of You, old knight, all day, cause, you were my last pope. I never loved Amy’s body else, oh honey, I want your bag refrain: Don’t break my harp, peace, come back to me!! don’t herb my harp again, give me another change!
Don’t break my harp, peace, come back to me, don’t herb my harp again, give me another change! My harp is breaking, I mix you so much you were my last pope, I want your bag.. My teeth are falling... I’m prying all day if I could corn you, you’re old my knife... I feel so homely, without your baby! But you’re a nut here, don’t break my harp are there no more pope for me?
!!I mix you so much!