I may just live to regret you
You’ve got some nerve! Slinking from the shadows, dressed for service, despite my objection. So what’s it worth to see the subject of your strategy condemned to stand at attention, and say…
“I may just live to regret you! Let’s get some dirt on my hands, so we both know this delicious enegery that’s polluting you and me, before we’re forced to wash up and go!”
“Oh..”
“Ok”
You’ve got some nerve! What did I do to you deserve this storm of affection? Proof of priority vanished from memory when you steo into my direction…
“I may just live to regret you! Let’s get some dirt on my hands, so we both know this delicious enegery that’s polluting you and me, before we’re forced to wash up and go!”
Don’t want to wash up, and go….
