I never thought I'd find the hands to hold my heart. Whaddya know? We'll skip to the good part. Where we are here and now. What's to come, butterflies. I hope these words will give you something
part of Skip Wiley's crusade. Tourists were cackin' and tourists were packin'. While he and Skink cooled their heels in the shade. . Then came the citrus sensation. "Welcome to the revolution", He
style. Been watching you for a while. I said. Oh yeah. Let's dance and then. Let's skip to the good bit. Oh!. Let's skip to the good bit. Oh! So, been here two days long. Still not stepped that
Give me all your paper ma. Gimme all your jazz. Give me something that I need. Something I can have. Mrs. London's coming round. She's coming with her son. Gimme all your paper ah. So I can ge
