Pack up your accents. Pack up your batteries. Now go marching. Back to the factory. A bunch of dresses. Down to the mattress. Car park asphalt tastes good, actually.
What can I say. I've got no room to complain. Every mistake I made was out ok. But you're asking me questions, making suggestions. Telling me how to do what I do best.
Pack up your accents. Pack up your batteries. Now go marching. Back to the factory. A bunch of dresses. Down to the mattress. Car park asphalt tastes good, actually.