
Monthly Archives: December 2016
The audacity of hype

Johnny’s an American

Everybody works for somebody

Who can I be now?

I find it really interesting, the social habits of people my age. Which are pretty much the same as people who are 25

You need to be putting in as much work as a guy working on a construction site

I could never make him happy

I don’t want him you can have him
He’s not worth fighting for
Besides there’s plenty more where he came from
I don’t want him you can have him
I’m giving him the sack
And he can go right back where he came from
I’m afraid I never loved him
Sweetie he’d be better off with you
I could never make him happy
He’s not worth fighting for
Besides there’s plenty more where he came from
I don’t want him you can have him
I’m giving him the sack
And he can go right back where he came from
I’m afraid I never loved him
Sweetie he’d be better off with you
I could never make him happy
All I ever wanted to do was
Run my fingers through his curly locks
Mend his underwear and darn his socks
Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes
Wipe his glasses when he’s read the news
Rub his forehead with a gentle touch
Mornings after when he’s had a little too much
Kiss him gently when he cuddles near
And give him babies one for every year
Run my fingers through his curly locks
Mend his underwear and darn his socks
Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes
Wipe his glasses when he’s read the news
Rub his forehead with a gentle touch
Mornings after when he’s had a little too much
Kiss him gently when he cuddles near
And give him babies one for every year
So you see that I don’t want him you can have him
You can have him ’cause I don’t want him
Because he’s not the man for me
Then I’d close the window while he soundly slept
Then I’d raid the icebox where the food is kept
I’d fix the breakfast that would please him most
Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast
Oh oh then I’d go out and buy the papers
And when they’ve been read spend the balance of the day in bed
You can have him ’cause I don’t want him
Because he’s not the man for me
Then I’d close the window while he soundly slept
Then I’d raid the icebox where the food is kept
I’d fix the breakfast that would please him most
Eggs and coffee some apricot juice and some buttered toast
Oh oh then I’d go out and buy the papers
And when they’ve been read spend the balance of the day in bed
So you see that I don’t want him you can have him
You can have him ’cause I don’t want him because he’s not my man
I don’t want him you can have him
You can have him I don’t want him
You can have him I don’t want him
‘Cause he’s not the man for me
You can have him ’cause I don’t want him because he’s not my man
I don’t want him you can have him
You can have him I don’t want him
You can have him I don’t want him
‘Cause he’s not the man for me
If I had to do it all over again, I’d encourage every fucking time to say yes instead of no and i’d laugh instead of yell

Karen don’t be sad, they’re just a bunch of fools
