walking through that storm
became more like backward steps...
Hey lil thing that I made
I’m bought to buy you jays...
I am a man
A victim...
I once found a sparrow,
It's wing broken and frail...
Ending Ding!!!
Why’s that? Mmm… very wise...
Women are like shoes.
Just pick them by the looks...
I add a little bit of nonsense,
That has been finely ground...
What’s your problem?
My past.. it seems to follow me around...
We’re gunna find which one we like the best...
Then we’re gunna throw the rest in the trash...
What came first; the chicken or the egg?
What did...
So why did the turtle cross the road
Umm…. To get to the shell station...
We should give it an ending….
Yeah.. it deserves a good ending...