You stop me in the street
Like everyone you meet
“Lend us twenty pence, mate”
But you’re in such a state
You complain that I couldn’t give a shit
I’d give you twenty pence
If I thought you were worth it
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
You stop me in the street
Like everyone you meet
“Lend us twenty pence, mate”
But you’re in such a state
You complain that I couldn’t give a shit
I’d give you twenty pence
If I thought you were worth it