Brats don’t give a fuck

Construction was never in my world,

Too cold to miss the game

Noo excuses might see the lovely Suzie

Lucky Suz I call her

A dead cat stretches out perhaps it’s sleeping


Cut this wind to the back of me

Billy should have the hot counter on the go –

A pie on the fly will do me

No point in thinking of home time,

It’ll come soon enough

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