gosh... i could melt down anywhere in albion
no one could do better than pete doherty
maybe morrissey but oh hes too old for albion
since talk of him over drug overdosed
my sympathy for him grows
an influential articulate brilliant poet
now i'm in love with the smack-machine

well 10 is the number yesterday
delicious cuisine with not much to pay
kinda sang our anthems by the bay
some sombre serenaide n sometime to play

and to that shadow behind the tree
im tellin' you the next time it wont be free
your eyes your face you really gotta worry
cos the next time u sneak in.. you gonna be sorry

and for u my love
i always save the last fer you
haha.. i hope it wont be lenghty
forgive me honey theres so much to say

diaries, best buddies
buldging tummies and cheesy feast
well honey you shouldnt be pissed
cos deep down inside they are deeply missed
foreign groups, traditional yoga
myojos, chips and chicken pizza
takes up too much time huh
now theres too lil time for a quick gaga
anyway the wind didnt blow north as it usually does
and the outcome lead to a yellow skirt spotted with dust
by then its time to catch our train
the dirty skirts always drives u insane
took a picture both lookin' like freeks
and a peck a kiss on your rosy cheecks
read your lips, i'll call, dont u worry
just wana tell u dat i will miss the animal fury
how long can this go?
well nobody knows
darn im fuckin' babbling
so chiaos~ adios amigos!

{/10:00 AM}

well I could be wrong.