The boy and the girl And their friends are heading out Nothing untoward, of course, They're just milling about. As the girl waltzes out the door She was asked when she'd be home She looked here and there Oh, how her eyes they did roam. A time was suggested Too late to be right But … Continue reading The lie
We must know, and now You, prove everything fully You can? Convenient. We must know, and now You, prove everything fully You can't? You scoundrel. One-sided stories Tell me what I want to hear Non-believers, out.