Knight to B4
I made a mistake
I've lost my queen
I'm in check mate
Just one more tab
I swear that it's not too late
On the hotel floor I will
Commentate till you
Can't laugh no more and you're
Red in the face
Where is that ladies ass?
I just want to know that
It was sold to some curly family
By some business cats
I can be your Chomsky Honk
And you could be my debutante
And we'd have the kind of thing
That everybody wants
I can tell your mood
By the color of your light
I can tell your mood
By the color of your light
I should not
Have trespassed your heart
Is it too late for a squatters right?