I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
Please, Peg, if you have any feelings for me, don't make me make love to you
I'm not saying it's bad to be a girl. I'd rather be dead myself.
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
