I don't know about your brain But mine is really bossy I come home from a day at the golf course And I find all these messages Scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper And they say things like "Why don't you get a *real* job?" Or "You and what army?"
As Laurie Anderson would say...
But mine is really bossy
I come home from a day at the golf course
And I find all these messages
Scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say things like
"Why don't you get a *real* job?"
Or
"You and what army?"