On Friday the thirteenth they say That this could be somebody's birthday. If that should be your fate,
it would be really great,
Though bad luck may be coming your way.
Very soon it will be Halloween
The last of the harvest is seen
The pumpkins are dancing
And goblins are prancing
though the leaves all still seem to be green.
When she heard it, she could not believe, That this time he really would leave His clothes in the hamper Not crumpled and damper.
How could she have been so naive?
The old house at the end of the street,
was where Johnnie and Jennie could meet.
Their spouses were clueless
But the lovers were shoeless
And were found by the prints of their feet!
It's too bad we can't all be as rich, then no one would say, "Life's a bitch." From the pool-side in Maui
Where life is like, Zowie! And the clothes? Abercromie & Fitch.
He dressed in the finest of clothes.
How he paid for them nobody knows.
But my lost credit card,
And his lack of regard
Makes me think that he's one of my foes.
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