your pregnent

[establishlife]

allow me to break a guitar over your face
the notes will fly over the room
and we will both feel obscure and vandalised
you will shreik
and i will cry in pleasure
you see the honest truth, is, i wasnt using a pick.
you havnt had a guitar case
we are both hoping and praying that it wont happen
we cry ourselves to sleep over this
i guess its okay
your in drop D
nothing left to do i guess,
but play it
i hope its a gibson