Why does it always rain on me
The wet lane faces my ebony windows.
And from across the road,
Autumn faces the wet lane.
Just when he reached for her
Raindrops plopped all over
And kissed him first.
I saw in the rain
This wet boyfriend
Holding the wet hands
Of wet girlfriend, with wet pussy
Oh, seer.
God peed on them, alright.
And there was no reason.
That could get me past the dry side.
Melancholic raindrops on this leaf,
This leaf that sighs
As the melancholic raindrops pass by.
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