There was an old lady from Houston. She had two hens and a rooster. Her rooster died, the old lady cried. "My hens don't lay like they used to". . Ain't that a shame?.
And if there's nothin' left to say. I'll string you along until' I get my way. Use all those subtle inquiries. Like I want to know if you aim to please.
Picture's on the wall, just waiting there to fall. Still remind me. That painful holiday, can almost hear you say. "Please don't miss me too long". . What did I do wrong? Could've sung a different song.