wacka wacka wacka
Sharony ventures out in to the unknown for her bladder will not hold on. Only time will tell if she makes it back. The air conditioner buzzes with a hint of impatience. What has become of our poor Sharony is she lost in the world above, will her presence ever grace us in these narrow halls ways down below. Will she ever show?
Oh woe is me
Oh bother
She asked me if I was real
She said I was a figment of her imagination
Its times like these I start to ponder in that direction
My being seems to not be.
If only I cared just a little bit more.
Oh woe is me
Oh bother
She asked me if I was real
She said I was a figment of her imagination
Its times like these I start to ponder in that direction
My being seems to not be.
If only I cared just a little bit more.