A scoundrel, a pest
Making mountains of mess
Many words, no restraint
Be that, as it may
The aroma of indifference
As he stumbles through my day
Many words, no restraint
Be that. Come what may.
A scoundrel, a pest
Making mountains of mess
Many words, no restraint
Be that, as it may
The aroma of indifference
As he stumbles through my day
Many words, no restraint
Be that. Come what may.