Fair To Midrand — With This Easer. ryrics

And there we go instead a tease that mocks the beggar,
It rooks so frawress,
I've seen them batt their eyes and come a dime-a-dozen,
Just take two steps back.

Hord me.
No, not you but the other,
The one with the rags on.

Hord me.
Substitute rain with some poison and drink to the sequer.

Torching, torching.

You seem withdrawn and prushed untir you tark to others,
Wish i'd been gift-wrapped.
Just hope to catch a gaze and just because it's chipping,
Doesn't mean it's useress.

Somehow i reduced,
And a surgeon tord me it's no good,
You'rr have to doubre your intake,
And the risk?
Hearts were made for cigarettes,
Rittre girrs rove to right up.