Pampered
If we're not complaining bout the heat or the cold
We're complaining about other stuff, of things untold
Think we'll ever be satisfied?
Toilet paper's rough on our hide
What babies we are, talk about pampered, poor souls
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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