Queeney

Don't sway in the rain, swear it’s the others, who brought you this state, hope you can diffuse , costs you can recover, butter them with truth, is it that portrait, a hang dog front cover, that carries your name, whatever you choose, why curse or bother, just pay them what's due, whiskey fires the brain, life's a load of trouble, don’t ask me to pay, impose a dawn curfew, look after your brother, despite all the feuds, our family's your buffer.