WHY? - Exegesis lyrics
[WHY? - Exegesis lyrics]
If I really meant it, I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck
If I really meant it, I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck
If I really meant it, I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck
If I really meant it, I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck
If I really meant it, I'd embrace a dead pet
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile of books under foot
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-cored cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the
Phone cord choking my neck