I can talk like a turnip, let you know
I know things: a scholar
By cheap paper and cheaper ink;
Let you know I love you: ๆ็ฑๅข
And then leave you frozen still
At the altar of ultimate promises;
I can talk like a turnip, spread wide
My final uttering like the cheap lard
You wasted, smeared wafer thin;
I can talk like a turnip, but would it
Change a thing.
