I left highschool, and lost the will to live, and here I am
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
I married you till death do us part. Which means when I'm dead I'm free to date
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
