I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
Women... can't live with them... the end
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
They need us just as much as we need them. Why? Because we can do the job and you can't take a battery home to meet your mother
