Sad Professor - текст песни
Sad Professor
If we're talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor.
Late afternoon the house is hot.
I started I jumped up.
Everyone hates a bore.
Everyone hates a drunk.
This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent.
As for this reader,
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