Nothing in the world is perfect grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, its my department complaints, its my department everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight just give it back, no questions asked
and nothing in the world is perfect grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
complaints, its stereophonic complaints, its ironic how they chatter, how they bore us like some avant gardish chorus just give it back, no questions asked
Well i'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seam a sign of shoddy workmanship of asianic hands that slipped just give it back no questions asked
Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, there's too many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining Take her to Spain and hear her complain
and now she says that she's expecting and thats my fault for not protecting Her from all the risks of passion shes complaining, she's old fashioned just give it back, no questions asked
complains, complaints complaints, its my department complaints, its my department complaints, its stereophonic complaints, its ironic complaints, theres too many hours complaints, the bosses cower
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