Nothing makes me want to disappear As when someone opens their mouth
Nothing makes me want to disappear As when someone opens their mouth
It's just my luck I get hit by a car While carrying a cake
Dripping cherries Onto pavement Bride and groom on my face
I'm not there like a ghost ship in a storm
It only figures That I'd ride my bike Into wet cement
And as I'm sinkin' The last thing that I think Is did I pay my rent
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