THE DIRTY SOUTH
The damn South. I can't believe this garbage. Can't even get the weather right. If I wanted winter, I'd have stayed up North. WTF. It's the weather. It's simple. Get it right. All you have to do is...oh, never mind. What the hell was I thinking?
Oh me oh my, one day I hope to make it in a house that has a real granite kitchen countertop. I would feel like, "I'm here, I made it! My kitchen has granite!"
All's I wants is a room somewhar, fah away from the cold night air, with one enormous cha, oh wouldn't it be loverly. It must be sung with a cockney accent! Drop the h's.