So red so sore it hurts, three times he came, asked for payment, i'm gonna need you to hand in your homework to the teacher, and Shania Twain was playing, the world was wailing, and the story wrote itself, the freedoms that were allowed to us, it could have been for only one thing, and it was tasty the things he was feeding us, and elvis came to town, said it real smooth, groovy, the girls went to town, set the whole place on fire, it was a bubblin’ time,

I cried,

The river flowed,

South, and someone asked for an introduction, said do you want to do business, I like what you’re strutting around, almost good enough for a virgin call, a love drama, and cue the news, chippin’ away, day by day, Aqua came to town, sang Barbie Girl, something pink something blue, holding on,

For the next queue on Tuesday, and a Director, for the play, about Wednesday, that whole treat, something sweet, he was a creep, I liked that guy, was cute, played a game of grab ass, something soaring in the sky like a little butterfly, someone wrote the play, said its next Thursday, the World Kung-Fu Championships, on TSN, coming soon on showcase, a beer case, a weird face, some glasses, to drink to our success, some respect, a nice dress, and an exit.