The road's in debt
of your drain
what's the pleasure in you, dear rain?
you're our 9 AM exasperation
we're afraid of being late, but in our
"'it was raining heavy" excuses
what's the pleasure in you, dear rain?
you're our 9 AM exasperation
we're afraid of being late, but in our
"'it was raining heavy" excuses
your first-rate.
you being the faultless pretext
to be made, can't even say we had to wade
Noah flood or survive a drought,
you're one silly offer we've brought.
you're one silly offer we've brought.
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