歌词
If I really meant it
I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam chord cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord choking my neck
If I really meant it
I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam chord cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord choking my neck
If I really meant it
I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam chord cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord choking my neck
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