.Thursday,Shit
Looks like
Crawlinâ out of bed at a snails pace
Shaved my head, combed my face
This must be the very last place
Youâd think to find a member of the human race
Outside movinâ through the street
Broken glass beneath my feet
A handsome women I did.
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