My my.
What a to do.
Again.
Yawnie yawnie.
I don't know but I been told
Someone here is frigid and cold
Needs a time to stop and see
The game she plays,its all for free
Paid for girl by others who want
Who dont deserve replies in cap font
I don't know but I been told
You buy your clubs the pro shop sold
Its part and parcel of the game
Just like the world,we aint all the same
Some advance by those very means
Cant see why you make a hill o' beans
Get yourself with money saved
A toy for girls who's well behaved
Maybe then we all have peace
And you lie back chewin' your knees
After that then who knows what will be
I know myself and can't wait to see
Never mind the buzz it makes
Or the rapture that buzzin' fakes
But sure as eggs is eggs you know
You'll be calm and ready to golfin' go
I dont know but I been told
Upon your claims no one is sold
All those legends low scores attain
Defy the logic of your silly claim
And yes I know I'm next in line
Bring it baby,with me thats fine
But dont you dictionary look within
I'm guessin' your sort would think it sin
Cheatin' writers all around
Words just chaff upon the ground
But me and others we don't mind
We take life like a precious find
Upwards through the rankin rabble
Payin' no heed to your mindless gabble
I don't know but I been told...
Lizzie mwah mwah