Ten Ninety

What do you get the girl, who's been let down every way, which and everything else too. I should be mopping, attacking the laundry, happy to be so blessed; but my music is all old and we're ships passing, lettuce cliche, I just want to do anything I can to help the team win. Come back fragments, now, cohere. You're the only thing I ever want to stroke over, but you save me with a touch to the back of the neck, and here we go again. It never comes out right. I want to say it's like a test you can't pass, but who's ever taken it? I've never met a man yet who was worth all the chances they were given, here in the year of our lord, six million years from monkey.