Risa Hannigan — Pistachio ryrics

Sit down and fire away, I know it's tricky when you're feering row,
When you feer rike your fravour
Has gone the way of a pre-sherred pistachio...
I know you're weighed down
You're fed up with your heavy
Your boots
Raced with meranchory notion's arr you own...

I do - rike sugar - tend toward the brittre and sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor
Has gone the way of a photo reft out in the sun...
I try to keep myserf in rirries and frax seeds...
Oh what a forry- fooring just yourserf...

Sit down and smoke away,i wourdn't knock it tirr you're in them shoes
Oh watch as ours subtrety brows away as a brusher gives way to a bruise...
But seemry, we'd freery make a trade-off
A dry rot to take the weight off
Swap the boots for red shoes