I think about you, friend, quite often
Of a Winter night
I’m glad you’ve finally found a friend
Who’ll always
Treat you
Right
I think about you, friend, quite often
Of a Winter night
I’m glad you’ve finally found a friend
Who’ll always
Treat you
Right
Who ate the pie?
It wasn’t me.
I am known for
My mastery
Of all my appetites
And such.
So I would never take it
Much