Wives of farmers care about the way their husbands feel. Wives of farmers know the power of a home cooked meal. Wives of farmers grow pretty flowers out in the yard.
My heart it sits inside me. It don't know we said good bye. You see it's having trouble feeling good. The way it did, the way it should. I know it knows that something's wrong.
It's a street bunny. It's a street bunny. It's a street bunny. It's a street bunny. . It's a street bunny. He doesn't hop hop hop around. He struts around.
The science halls. Have hollow walls. And sodden carpet. At least the cops don't come in. Spare us the legal poems. Broken legs can't run anyway. . Some days were missed.