Stevie McCabe's Diabolic Blog

Ambivalence, humanity, People, Psychology

He gets my goat

This old man he really gets my goat
Something in the way he does his thing
Whenever he’s around i’m in misery
can’t put a foot wrong without feeling cheated

whispers of a bake-off only just reached me
by the time i get to auckland i’ll be over it
how many suns do you need to make a day
won’t let the sun call me impoverished

he gets my goat he really gets my goat
dunno how he does it, but he does it in spades
I am not afraid, i’m just cryin in the shade
languishing in the shadow of his shade

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