Dilemma

The book – well look
Well, nothing have to tell you
Cook;
A solo of a merger tide
I kissed my girl and had to hide
A rebel, Russian is not mean
I cried that I’m not in your team
Marx, Larks and Richmond Hill
We have a joy and eat a meal
Bath takes – well I take, snake
It’s always happens near lake
An ego that amazes All, very right
You dear friend have to say amazing
Bite;
Well, right!
We fight!
For Revolution, think, we hope
Not High.
- You said it’s right
- I said her might
- Right! I could care…
Of the pinkish sky below the sea
His majesty could only fell with tea
Damn! It’s not Right – The way we fight.