Bodyguard & 42 bottles of screBodyguard & 42 bottles of screwdrivers
Eight days later,
it all feels like,
one long stretched out day,
Where is the happy, joy from my childhood?
Where is the merriment, the gay-e-tay?
I must find it.
Please direct me to the pirate map.
I WILL FIND IT!
Stop, stop stop, stop, stop
stop poking me you..
Wait, who are you?
Why did you have to have kind eyes?
I guess you didn't have to.
Let's just pretend that didn't happen.
Okay, wait, let's pretend it did,
but how did I find my childhood?
My inner body guard was protecting her too strongly.
I think you tickled her to death.
And I need her back for the week days.