Once again, I’m in trouble with my only friend, She is papering the windowpanes, She is putting on a smile, Living in a glass house.
Once again, packt like frozen food and bagged sweet air. Think of all the starring millions, Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones. Your royal Haynes says,
“Well, of course, I’d like to sit around and chat. Well, of course, I’d like to stay and chew the fat. Well, of course, I’d like to sit around and chat, As someone’s listening in.”
Once again, we are hungry for a lynching, That’s a strange mistake to make, You should turn the other cheek. Living in a glass house.
Well, of course, I’d like to sit around and chat. Well, of course, I’d like to stay and chew the fat. Well, of course, I’d like to sit around and chat.