How To Get a Friend

I’m lazily walking in a street of old styles, Scraping stories of me were mouth of cold smiles. Streaming lives of people are all fined unkind. I’m sick of playing games in an old story line, Discovering the world of uncertainty, I found true friends in their real entity. We’re probably the craziest mannered old guys, That coffee crumble is our one list of cold buys. Laughing around like no one ever stops, Up until our tummies are all horrendously pops. We’re all wishing something in common, We both like to have love that heatedly summon. We’ll never ever really care to be laughed by those stupid, We all want to be struck by our carelessly loving cupid. Continue to be crazy and we’re all well and fine, A friend for good is so much but exuberantly whine.