Lament for Scrab Queen (Goodbye my Lover)
Goodbye my lyrics.
Goodbye my song.
You were almost done.
You were almost done it’s true.
Goodbye my lyrics.
Goodbye my song.
You were almost done.
You were almost done it’s true.
Okay, enough of that silliness. That really sucks, Scrab Queen. That's why I always right my fiction and poems in Word first, as that has happened to me before. Surely you can remember some of it? I usually can when I've written it out once before. In the meantime, here's my verse of We Will Eat You.
Buddy, we've had paramite and we've had scrab too,
We even put the slaves into our SoulStorm Brew.
Now this outlaw turd,
Gave me his word,
Clakkerz taste great so let's go chop up some birds!
We will we will eat you!
We will we will eat you!
Guitar solo!
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