It tells me you're a girl, which means your opinion means less to me than dog's
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
If you promise not to live too long, I'll tell you
Why is it that Elvis is dead and I'm the one in hell
