Damn
year I was a window cleaner who whistled
ants I saw below me and a window cleaner
whistling in the face on the glass.
The height is not a problem, you get used to. Issa
the table, pulls the rope, take it higher.
Done.
spray, stick and rinse
Done. Damn
year, so every day. Issa
the table, pulls the rope to take it higher.
Whistles, sings, sips the whiskey, so you take it. Damn
year, so every day. Issa
the table, pulls the rope, take it higher.
thirty-seventh floor, I'm easy, so I can stand.
But now I found that I can fly, that the ants are a few billion
and moccasins are not right for work.
Damn vintage, the 2010
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