It was handson
At the auction
Oh but when we got it home
It grew up
Into something
We could
No longer contain
Where's our pigeon camera
By now he could be anywhere
And after
All that training
And after
All that training
Something
We could
No longer contain
It's Boring
I'm Embarra**ed
I don't endorse that
I didn't want this
This House
It has it politics;
Over there
That's my room
And that's my sister's
And that's my sister's
Something
We could
No longer contain
It's Boring
I'm Embarra**ed
I don't endorse that
I didn't want this
It's horrific
I'm embarra**ed
I didn't want that
I didn't want this
It's like we burned
Our boots
With no
Contingency plan