Polish it
On a beautiful day, we were sitting in my back yard. Talking about stuff I can't remember. We wanted to have a party but my chairs weren't allright. They were all so dirrty. So we tought, we tought allot and this was our conclusion "polish them all be constructive in your head its the condom they misread just pull over the switch like its a litle bitch and then you will see... damn their just chairs and then you will see that their just chairs" With some wax and a litle axe (just kidding)the job is almost done but there is one thing I forgot in my pocket is a gun A loaded it this morning so its easy to shoot dumb as I am the safety was off the next thing I remeber we were lying on the floor we were allright but In my poor chairs was a hole all our hard work was for nothing, we decided to buy new chairs and we never had to polish that shit no we never had to "chorus" finally its over our adventure is done. but still their was no party we're to lazy for that we decided to stay in my back yard and see how long it takes till we're bored as hell "chorus with some changes"
