Bad timing,
It was stupid, I saw you in the paper yesterday
I admit,
something happened to me since I was a father last year
Now you can say I can be just as happy,
my kids are half and five
Suddenly they are teenage kids and then they are raving
That someone comes from a type like you,
circulates like Casual Labs
Rubber Dope in the confirmation and pot shots,
multi-tabs
You were in the store in Porton Pier,
busy with designer drugs
When you spotted her,
you became weak as a pathetic priest
Then you closed the store and said,
for you it's free,
you should try
Come and taste a tiny piece of heaven from the moment she stole
You let her go or you just let her go,
even if she said she hated skis
You reasoned she just wanted to get high,
she probably got too little
Get some,
get some-dick respect Get some hurt respect,
your and your slut taps
Get some hurt respect, your and your slut taps
And it beats like a slammer beer when hanged in a cloudy bar
I could feel that you finally took the song,
but I hoped it was
It was a life too early
It was a life too late
How does she end up on this toilet
where they found what they were doing?
Bad timing, that was stupid
What do you think will happen now?
I think you'll get a ballad with your dog before
In the punk block BMW
We call it the meeting between friends
and the rest of the world's flat and film
a
한schein
You get half a spread when you turn around You get half,
half what's bad
You get a half what's bad when you turn around