Roberto Three

Can’t leave you alone, it's a disgrace, the way you’ve just gone, who do I trust, get out of this place, instead of gathering dust, hear in your tones, the nasty taste, you’ve shipped all the loans, other’s you’ve tossed, when you go away, unaware of the cost, you explore like a honeycomb, those who make, trips on their bones, can't hide what you’ve got, but do you have to take, everything you want, a promissory note, will show on your face, when you’re on the phone, this time you'll stay.