Here we go. She's on a hidden tableau. Just a 2 for 1 and the 2 for 1. Is right down my alley side. I'm just a wasted behind. . Don't you know. It's an easy thing.
Someone took in these pants. Somebody painted over paint. Painted wood. And where he stood, no one stands. It's been said he's sitting now. In the churning land.
I am the only one searchin' for you. And if I get caught well, then the search is. And the stories you hear, you know they never add up. I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart.