Pulled out the rug, Fell for it
Tried on your Uggs, Jail (Gel) for it
Made me a slug, Hell (Hail) for it
Carpeted hugs, Tales for it
Here’s a window
Too much of a good thing
No such thing
Make it plain
Hmph, she caressing your head but in your veins
Now she memory lanes but
good with the bangs
Thinking you’re Scot-free?
No, not thee
They done traded in an afterlife for the present
Now who’s in pain? Who’s in vain?
How many pipe dreams before you notice things start to get strange?
Here’s a win though
Gotta connect the dots
Pull out the scotch
Tape all my plots
Make her my present
Free up my plots
