It was handsome at the auction, Oh but when we got it home, It grew into something we could No longer contain Where's our pigeon camera, By now he could be anywhere And after all that training. And after all that training, Something we could no longer contain. It's boring, I'm embarrassed, I don't endorse that, I didn't want this
This house it has it politics; Over there that's my room And that's my sister's. And that's my sister, Something we could no longer contain It's boring, I'm embarrassed, I don't endorse that; I didn't want this, It's horrific, I'm embarrassed, I didn't want that, I didn't want this It's like we burned our boots with no Contingency plan