I love the thing independently of all this, but sometimes I eat a little gulp.

That's when it's nice and over, and I have an age to find my five.

You know old, you'll get fat, though with parasites from your cat.

Men thought cream upon your back.

If I could turn back to...

The corner doesn't care you all.

You worry, worry, worry, worry, worry.

Once you've raged against the machine, now you need a breathing machine, or you'll have a heart attack.

While you shop at Nordstrom Rack, you'll reach to my CV saying,

like kids and so they're sold.

You'll clinch the remote control as you die on the toilet bowl.

It won't last, it won't last.

You'll get old, you'll get fat.

Your face chewed on by your cat.

No one wondering where you're at.

Your landlord looked up knocking when they complained about the sting.

Your cat won't get adopted.

You're closed out on the street.

It won't last, it won't last.

You'll re-acarnate as a bat.

Try to be kind instead of cool, while you're still in human school.

Visiting angels, America's choice of home care.

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