Oh, No, That Song
Hear the hated song
Think things will go wrong
Cannot relax, on edge, scared
Expecting illness
My fate seems hopeless
Sweating like a creature snared
Play the remedy
Callas works for me
Relax, unwind, heave a sigh
Play again for luck
Lets me off the hook
Smile and wave ill luck bye bye
Jack Horne for Nette's Aloutte your Cleansing Ritual
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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