And no one understand why I scream on the way back home
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Not everyone can move to a mountain, some are married to one
Remember, it gets better each time, as long as it's never with the same woman
