I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads
From falling in the snow
And I turned around and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime
baby, remember what they told you never?
like: honesty’s annoying most of the time.
it’s better entertainment if you keep on lying.