Mother goose. Never should haver ever let that jack get loose. But that little boy blue. Keeps messing all the things he gets his hands into. . Now look what you've done.
As for this song. I'll set the mood. There's nothing wrong. Prefer solitude. Alone to think. Of what I don't know. The deeper I sink. The further I'll go.
It's not fair what they put me through. Please tell me what am I supposed to do. Why do I get myself in this situation. . There must be some logical. Answers why I rob the cradle.