Stay inside.
Go for a ride.
Kingdom come.
Yes, I tried.
Licking the thorns
Of a red, red rose.
Never surmising
Of what I suppose.
All of my clothes
Stained and soiled,
If they were eggs,
They would be boiled.
Make up Your Mind
Stay inside.
Go for a ride.
Kingdom come.
Yes, I tried.
Licking the thorns
Of a red, red rose.
Never surmising
Of what I suppose.
All of my clothes
Stained and soiled,
If they were eggs,
They would be boiled.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 