La la la. Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy. Living in a shitty little town. An' every recess the dodge ball flew. An' knocked poor Bobby down. . Four o'clock when he got home.
Right across the border. You can almost hear the trumpets playing. Maybe it's the workers who are building up the wall. So take my hand and come with me.
You're scary. You terrify me. I should draw the blinds. Do it all the time. I keep my love inside. We'll be a bloody valentine. . You're lovely. I've heard such good things.