I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.
Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.
This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
People like me prove that you can survive without romance, even though you end up a bit unbalanced and you tend to argue with your own reflection.