Oh, I'd rather by an oyster than a snail;
wouldn't that be swell?
Panties hanging from my sail.
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail;
with better stories to tell,
and staying out of jail.
Temper our grand hopes
with your sullen little sniffles,
and then demure, pretend and stand,
blamelessly pink-cheeked in the middle.
Tony was having like, waking nightmares, some bizarre form of catalepsy. And I felt bad for him, I really did, but it was like, strange, because he was describing his nightmare, and I was like "man".
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