The guy was so conceited that when
He stood in the
cubicle with nothing on
And his automatic
shower came to life
He thought his nakedness
had turned it on
The guy was so conceited that when
He stood in the
cubicle with nothing on
And his automatic
shower came to life
He thought his nakedness
had turned it on
When a narcissist’s riding of
The tunnel of love is planned
He’ll want to sit
alone in a car
So, he can hold his
own hand
When a narcissist’s riding of
The
tunnel of love is planned
He’ll
want to sit alone in a car
So,
he can hold his own hand