The perfect man loves you for you
and not just one tiny part...
The sands of time running through my fingers
I am ready to make glass [pass the soda and lime...
I am landing on my feet
Did I ever have doubt...
It's silly,
I will go willy-nilly...
Ding Dong,
Darn it, my two foot Kong...
things that can be built in the air
This be my delight, fleeting as an alcoholic high...
Farting on a Sunday is somehow unsociable
Life is like one long funeral message...
I enjoy buying figurines, in a pristine condition,
Placing the boxes in prominent positions...
I got the mousse for the tooth
and in order not to be too obtuse...
O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...
Ticking away on the wall all day
Marking time both night and day...
It's Saint Patrick's day
And we will celebrate our hero today...