Hold me, I'm falling down like a sequoia tree
Don't slip, I will never forgive you
If only, I had a plan a comfortable exit
I'd bet, she would never be leaving
You will never believe it
She will never believe it
I can't believe it
We will never be leaving
So rich, smelling good like a magnolia tree
So fit, a canary in season
Loaded, is the meaning of this dead metaphor
So sick, you would never believe it
You will never believe it
She will never believe it
I can't believe it
We will never be leaving
