In case I leave, I hope you know
It wasn’t me who broke the stove
But yes I did those other things
I burned the couch and lost your rings
I also left on all the lights
But just a couple dozen nights
That’s why the bill was really high
Another thing, there’s one more lie
I didn’t care to say it then
No longer can I blame poor Ben
It’s me who swerved not him at all
It should be me to take the fall
Although I crashed on Hidden Cove
Remember, please, about the stove.
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