| Sometimes I'm not sure
How to pretend to be me
Or how to maintain the fiction
That I'm a nice old guy who reads too much
And wouldn't try to fuck your wife or daughter
If you looked the other way too long.
No sir, I wouldn't steal your motorcycle or your Mustang,
Or so I say, but windows and doors
And a locked garage are always good
For a little peace of mind in a world of strangers,
And just because you've known me a while
Doesn't mean I'm not still pretty strange! |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)