The secretary showed what was under her skirt. And begged fo

I know I'll be flying crazy, don't be bored.

I'll be, I'll be flying crazy on my own wave.

Grieving at the raucous assembly, keeping our heads warm, our hands buckling like a son-in-law,.

# The wind blows away again # # In the sky.

And we miss her, but you can't say we miss her,.