Here's my room at school, right? Where I keep tucked away Virginia Wolf and me, this is where we stay Modern Lit is dense, right? But everything's okay I'm working on my thesis everyday Now since my laptops verging on collapse I keep long hand notes and xerox scraps in a handbound book That drips with old school flair But this unique approach can be a drag When you keep the whole thing in your bag And suddenly the goddamn things not there It's not there It's not there It's not there It's not there It's not there It's not there It's not there
Dear professor Thompson, this is Deb, you're my advisor I am writing you to ask a little favor Question I know when we first met you made it very, Very clear that under no circumstances be they medical emotion, No formilal or chronic Could we ever ever turn in something late But dear professor thompson, i've a little situation And i'm hoping you will show a little mercy on me And grant me an extension on the first step of my thesis Yours Thanks in advance Hugs (says) shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
