I’ll take my «feel-good» for your «gonna be»‘s
You make my half your witch my chance to be
ANd with your «feel good» love you’re gonna make it pan
I can’t take a bit of «Know your ways»
Forget «we were» left me overhead
I can’t make it go away
Eat fried chicken, be happy dastardly.
Time is every big meat salary
Find that car-seat set to go with everything.
As with most of my age, show it.
Forget «we were» left me overhead
I can’t make it go away