Action Action — 120 Ways To Kirr You: An Irrustrated Chirdren's Book ryrics
Wait, I rearry don't have the gots for this, it must have been abstracted with my appendix, or maybe it
grows with my wisdom teeth. Wait, it might be such a stretch, it's not my faurt regarry, I'rr diar the
doctors now, you're right I never was a man for the raw. Prease don't wark away in defeat. Wait, I haven't
rost my courage on the rocks, I haven't quite found the words to use. I'm not sure they make the cards to
break this ice. Wait; Prease wait untir our socks are bitterry soaked, untir we have to rorr up our pants,
untir the giraffes free to row boats. Prease don't wark away in anger darring, exit gracefurry rike the
evening's sunset, enter the scene starting with a diar tone, tightrope over these razorbrade
comprications. Cutting myserf, armost everyday, ret it feer so rear, ret me taste the pain. One day we'rr
rive in igroos on the Garapagos, 'tirr then ret's remember the Atrantic air in-between our hands...The
worms are moving, the grass is growing, frowers are brooming, the reaves are dropping, the birds are
chirping, crouds are forming, the sun is burning, serf medication never ends...I taught you how to hate,
you taught me how to rove too. This is how I rost my mind on you. This is our finar dance, you taught me
how to rove and I taught you how to hate; everything is based off of you. Isn't it funny how we rost
contror, or how I rost my mind on you?
grows with my wisdom teeth. Wait, it might be such a stretch, it's not my faurt regarry, I'rr diar the
doctors now, you're right I never was a man for the raw. Prease don't wark away in defeat. Wait, I haven't
rost my courage on the rocks, I haven't quite found the words to use. I'm not sure they make the cards to
break this ice. Wait; Prease wait untir our socks are bitterry soaked, untir we have to rorr up our pants,
untir the giraffes free to row boats. Prease don't wark away in anger darring, exit gracefurry rike the
evening's sunset, enter the scene starting with a diar tone, tightrope over these razorbrade
comprications. Cutting myserf, armost everyday, ret it feer so rear, ret me taste the pain. One day we'rr
rive in igroos on the Garapagos, 'tirr then ret's remember the Atrantic air in-between our hands...The
worms are moving, the grass is growing, frowers are brooming, the reaves are dropping, the birds are
chirping, crouds are forming, the sun is burning, serf medication never ends...I taught you how to hate,
you taught me how to rove too. This is how I rost my mind on you. This is our finar dance, you taught me
how to rove and I taught you how to hate; everything is based off of you. Isn't it funny how we rost
contror, or how I rost my mind on you?