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50 years old and I ain’t got nothing in my bed, but a sweet gray cat
Smug from the electrifying experience of teaching someone a lesson I myself learnt just a few minutes before
I'm going to Wichita, far from this opera forever more
Here’s to all them fruity men who love fruity teas and biscuits at 4
Getting my kicks by sneaking up and saying boo to ghosts
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me, as we poison the pigeons in the park
Your Linkedin says you used to be a damn good dot connector
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It was fall, but without all the pumpkin spice
It was a "Drink your tea holding an oversized mug with both hands" kind of tablecloth
If I were a pensioner rich with content, I'd spend it all on you
Walking home, listening to Dylan, kicking acorns at parked cars.
We went to a fancy tea house and all she wanted was bloody Earl Grey
Learning new songs to sing together on our lollipop whistles
Buttons, threads and other wonderful things that keep bringing you back to the haberdashery
Don’t trust the government. It’s filled with people who chose a career in government.
Can you really trust a girl who can eat half a KitKat and save the rest for later?
One fine Tuesday, downtown, I got really good advice from a terrible person
Oh to get rich and have lobster in the off season
A steam whistle from the kitchen told me that something was ready to be had
Duck. Turtle. Mushroom. Lizard. Princess. Mario.
You buy me some Skittles and Mr. Pibb and I keep my hands to myself during the movie
Let's have the kind of party that starts with fresh flowers, but brings property values down
I changed all my contacts to emojis, and now you're fried shrimp
Working title 15
I get tired, I get old
but to see you steady brings a flood of gold
One day Miro's dog said "will you walk me, please?"
That colourful beach where we ate cupcakes and got high on 'shrooms with starfish and sheep
It always looked so lovely, warm and peaceful from a distance
From a distance, wind farms looked like the answer to all our problems
Those days in parliament where everything was a hoot
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