text:  You tell me that you want to do it, babe. I love it when you say it gets left. Reading stories to some other kid. And I wonder why I'm all messed up. Because we got to be responsible sometimes. Be a class act, never mind my alumni. I don't want to be around a baby so dumb, Honda. I don't see the beauty of a mama on insides. Curled up with my head on your chest is the best remedy for the pain and the stress. If the world doesn't change, then we'll never get dressed. It'll be like this to the kiss of the death of my soul. Bowl of the blue dream. No, not a good team. One soul, two halves. No joke. Who laughs?