Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I've seen those English dramas, too, they're cruel So if there's any other way to spell the word It's fine with me, with me
Why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said That I haven't got the words for you All your diction, dripping with disdain Through the pain, I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I climbed to Dharamshala too, I did I met the highest lama His accent sounded fine to me, to me
Check your handbook, it's no trick Take the chapstick, put it on your lips Crack a smile, adjust my tie Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have? Why would you lie about something dumb like that? Why would you lie about anything at all? First the window, then it's through the wall Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
Check your passport, it's no trick Take the chapstick, put it on your lips Crack a smile, adjust my tie Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have? Why would you lie about something dumb like that? Why would you lie about anything at all? First the window, then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations? Show your paintings at the United Nations Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth