Shooed out like a housefly
This house was half my mind
I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined
But it's my right to waste your timeAnd these things, it stands to reason
These things won't kill me
Your feelings, the spattering
It bores me, don't tell meBurned in on the eighth of May
She was spectacular
I walked a half-moon by the bus stop
Sliding 'cross the street to herThree stings, sequentially
Three strings won't kill me
Your spieling, gracelessly
Is my grief, please tell meAnd half-masted, bass-boosted
Slingbacked, fully retractable
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Slingbacked, fully retractableThrow out the la-la by the bus load
Match the photo to the description
I do indeed and shall continue
Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyondAnd these things, it stands to reason
These things, please tell me
Your spieling, gracelessly
It bores me, don't tell meAnd half-masted, bass-boosted
Slingbacked, fully retractable
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