lyrics
Exclusively Her agent,
Hope to never forget it.
And, if we bring us you,
That will do.
How deadly is the aim?
'tis not a good place to ask of this task --
when it comes to accuracy we gain fame.
To insist on a touchback,
Seems their sense does lack.
Why suffer intimidation?
Why choose self-mutilation?
Why settle for starvation,
When there is excess nutrition?
Why depend on attrition,
For our continuation?
The affects of affection,
Less mess and pollution,
The success of devotion,
Less mess and tribulation,
To confess our adoration,
Less mess and confusion.