To bit on me a bound
To elevate a sound
Never want to blame you
You put on me a gown
And where's the guard
This life that's shut on me
There's still nothing, you can do to exchange
A winner needs a wand
A matador around
And where's the strong
My news for you
That hits me like a sound
That hits me like a sound
That shouldn't be the grounds
That fits me like a quarter door
Bound me, blame you
Like you fit on me
The man-o-wars abound
Bound you, blame me
I like the man-o-weeds
Or shouldn't be around
There's still nothing I can say to change
Never want the blame you bound
And where's the same
It's like you shut on me
Never want the fame you found
This life, a winner needs
This bite, you bit on me
My dues to you
I might just win a war
Like the fennel seed
Never want to blame you
The funny gene you found
To emulate an epicene
That fits me like a quarter door
