A hundred was the target.
Come hear knock head,
Let's plan,
Systematically…
Lets go…
One..two..three…
Finance trouble…
Four…five…
Career incompatibility…
Ten…eleven..
Perhaps out of the box,
There I need to think…
Where else if not by you…
Fifty…sixty…
I Carry an ideology…
Eighty…ninety…
Perhaps it should be my ideology,
I am the ideology…
Ninety eight…ninety nine…
Ooh, there aint nothing here, there is me!
Sorry!
It is not ninety-nine…
It's fifty.
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