May may be merry
Yet September’s the real cherry ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You bring the fog
In the fall a soft fog
And I follow a call
Saying, “Come” ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Bet your scruples have some loopholes ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Ain’t no room for hobbyhorses
In the stables of the Lord ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Mother Nature’s little sister
Taught me everything I know ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Just park right here with the hazards on
I think I’m sure the bastard’s gone ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You find yourself lost ✏️ 🎤 🎵
It’s fine, Babe
It’s fine.
I do it all the time, Babe.
Except I never know what to tell you when I’m done. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Geez, Steve
We’re gonna need you to leave
We’re just trying get some work done
Please, Steve
Don’t act so bereaved
Can’t you see we’re working under the gun? ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Hey!
You married him.
He’s always and in all ways gonna stay him.
Means he won’t leave ya,
But he’s prolly gonna grieve ya
Again and again and again. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Don’t worry
You’ll be the next hard act to follow ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I miss the white pages ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Freeloading days are here again ✏️ 🎤 🎵
A little overkill never hurt anyone
Besides, Babe, I’ve only just begun ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You mighty thing.
I’m sorry. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I’m dining out with Charis,
Trying to find Polaris
But I can’t. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Guys, guys, guys, we’ve got the cross hung upside-down!
It’s not a thorn of crowns
That’s the wrong way! ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Pops got his Sunday wrong. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Veni, vidi, vici
Sure ain’t how it goes
You gotta take your shoes off
Feel the carpet ‘tween your toes ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Your spit gets thick
And you’re not sure why you came
The players seems nice
But it’s not your game ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Your spit gets thick ✏️ 🎤 🎵
lollipops of fate ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Either You’re magic, or I’m moody. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
a very effective hedgerow ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Let me look at my tomorrow. ✏️ 🎤 🎵