All Hat, No Cattle, Pity Or Hate ? Testo

i woke up with a ringing in my head -the crashing sound of porcelaine- i know, i know i'm faking to be deaf i know, she told about a boy dressed to be killed by - well lets call them friends unawareness of skills so he does what is done by hands warned her bout a poet using trends -a constant stream, an endless game- i try, i try but i just can't understand he keeps going on well sounding words are not always true but, hell! girls melt away he might try it on you as he used to say oh, won't you try a day with me out on the beach and i might see how you're looking in your lingerie voluntarily, of course the sun gets closer to its dusk abandon's deliverance to us so please stop thinking and see see what it does words in a mirror a pretty portray in a frame should i, should i, go and try it out on her ? i cheat her more than me tried to write just a few rhymes but i felt that this was cheap hope you like my lines my target the picture tucked inside my pocket i'd be lying, calling her not precious i'd be lying, telling i'm strong enough to make this stuff i know she knew it that i felt so small i know she knew it as she watched me stall i just forgot it, and all i could say was oh, won't you try a day with me out on the beach and i might see how you're looking in your lingerie voluntarily, of course the sun gets closer to its dusk abandon's deliverance to us so please stop thinking and see see what it does