GOOD GRIEF

Since I'm putting down all of the true things around, But I like it I handed down the crown, Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it the wind blows I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it Run me out of town, Somewhere a move might intended a gown at Pissed at all the bowels, Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways, gull and noun, gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it Good grief Good grief Since I'm putting down all of the true things around, But I like it I handed down the crown, Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it the wind blows I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it