What a headache
I want a copy of the right of law.
What a pain sake.
You can't get anything anymore.
Ask a simple question, get no answer.
What has happened to our country for goodness sake.
Nobody suddenly knows the time and place, or how to behave. You look at their faces, there grows
their nose on their face.. ess S S S.
I want a copy of the law.
You'd think I asked for the temperature of cheese on the moon. Ha ha I know, that old joke I wrote again. Okay, well, you'd think I asked for the square root of blonde hair. Nah!