“
With the influx of camera manufacturing
I couldn’t resist losing my job
Curled up on the edge of a dirtbag, in a little corner
Turning my head to the grass and murmuring
They can’t film you, can they?
“
With the influx of camera manufacturing
I couldn’t resist losing my job
Curled up on the edge of a dirtbag, in a little corner
Turning my head to the grass and murmuring
They can’t film you, can they?