The you in you has gone
Yet again my love is torn
Why suddenly are you so forlorn
What could I have done so bad this morn
I made you breakfast, in honest true form
Have done nothing, nothing out of the norm
I've walked into your own personal storm
Into a mouthful of your own deepest scorn
Baby you have even thrown my stuff on the lawn
I am going back to Mum over me she'll fawn
After I've sold you at Angelo's Pawn
P.S.
I oiled her up and greased her universal joints.
I am not neglectful. I am devastated.
Well at least I will be till my new 2017 model arrives….
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