You lying little brick of corn syrup, that's not YOUR juice, that's MY saliva. You're just turning my spit into Tang.
You lying little brick of corn syrup, that's not YOUR juice, that's MY saliva. You're just turning my spit into Tang.
white gravy in the morning, fresh biscuits take warning
white gravy in the morning, fresh biscuits take warning
and I scream from the top of my lungs WHAT’S GOIN ON?!”
I really felt that.
and I scream from the top of my lungs WHAT’S GOIN ON?!”
I really felt that.