He thought her temperament was cautionary
To match her figure so aviary
But he saw her in a rage
When someone rattled her cage
He said: Hyperborean silent treatment
We will discover your little secret
If the fates allow
It’s too cold for cocoa, that won’t save you now
She said: I guess that I could cooperate
But first let me stipulate
There will be no questions until the end
Patience is a loyal friend
I didn’t know where he would be
I guess that I just got lucky
When I found him by the coast
I pulled out my pistol upon my approach
I said: There are five holes in your head
And you use every one of them
So let me make one more
A rigid body lined the shore
The waves must have carried him away
And laid him down to a watery grave
A cenotaph was built
Where there ain’t no body, there ain’t no guilt
We are gathered here today
I thought I heard the pastor say
And then I left the scene
Not fear not boredom, maybe somewhere in between
And if I have learned one thing
From all of my ramblings
It’s that in some movies, no one cries
Some things are just empty inside
Some things are just empty inside
To match her figure so aviary
But he saw her in a rage
When someone rattled her cage
He said: Hyperborean silent treatment
We will discover your little secret
If the fates allow
It’s too cold for cocoa, that won’t save you now
She said: I guess that I could cooperate
But first let me stipulate
There will be no questions until the end
Patience is a loyal friend
I didn’t know where he would be
I guess that I just got lucky
When I found him by the coast
I pulled out my pistol upon my approach
I said: There are five holes in your head
And you use every one of them
So let me make one more
A rigid body lined the shore
The waves must have carried him away
And laid him down to a watery grave
A cenotaph was built
Where there ain’t no body, there ain’t no guilt
We are gathered here today
I thought I heard the pastor say
And then I left the scene
Not fear not boredom, maybe somewhere in between
And if I have learned one thing
From all of my ramblings
It’s that in some movies, no one cries
Some things are just empty inside
Some things are just empty inside
( George Gonzlez )
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