Winter Best
Had you grabbed
His winter Best
Sadly play
Along work in time
Hadn't may gone to say
In no time flat, near that pad
Taking orders
Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
dead romance
spin my world
Watching news justice in the print
Four days a month
Where he goes
God only knows
While he plays
On my nerves
Down the hall
Dastardly fine by signs
Coming down
Before my blues
Get misused
Christmas pals, to the end
Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
Pave my rent
On the house
Lives out of ink
Please have mine
Nothing in a good name
For now
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