Usa Marriage Justice Today

Oh, my sweet girl, come and shack up, with me. We shall live on welfare and space out to see. How many food stamp cards, we can arrange, We shall visit for meds and beg for change. Upon the riverbanks, we shall catch a cold. Then we shall collect our oxy-cotton gold. I shall gather clothes from good wills chest. You prepare to go visit relatives in the west. My sweet girl I shall give you no gold. However, get you, giving us babies to hold. A bed of daisies, I shall have waiting for you. For freshening up our pet hound, old blue. Our cousin Joe has a house that is so big. We shall move in, us all, even with our pig.