19.10.06

Darcy, is it yours?


Come on get out and get the door open
What is next
You don't move your car
Open the door

I'm not a criminal

I'm a shoe salesman
Who only eats pancakes

Not yet a member of the club
Though I now often wear the uniform

Abagnale came all the way from the Center
He folds the paper
Many times

Lookin' like the old man
Who promised he was going to quite

Je les reprends
Je me souviens de toi quand tu étais si petit

This is important
This states who is you are going to live with
On the paper
There is no wrong answer

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