It's bottom of the Hudson with handwriting.

We're from Doris, a crippled knee attached

To the last leg, a bump changed with shattered glasses

Hand me downcoats, a kid's that screamed from the corner with a service station jackets

The submarine attacks, and the council resorts

With the vengeance of the summer, a loud dog gets a loud door

So yourself, the sheets that she's deemed in the bedroom

The nightline shining in the room with a lair wall

Take a step I know, see she came in the left she goes

In the corner is the no-she-ro with her pretty handwriting

Oh, when you ran yourself under the folded handmade paper cut you off

How you look like a wretched child, oh no

The last time crying in the room with a lair wall

Oh, I think I can give a penny to the speckled man

And you know she can get it by with a pretty handwriting

The soul of the silent light is the glow of the simple light

It looks so good when it happens, it leaves you out of breath

She's like a belly cat in the sheets like a light bulb

This is a difficult one, and you know that she calls you us

With what I'm sorry to say

It leaves you out of breath

She's like a belly cat in the sheets like a light bulb

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