It seems that I have to declare that I'm back in trouble.
Down again, she told me watch out, you may fall.
But I'm just a busy men I know, I've never said I love my car.
I'm not a boor.

She wrote that for me.

She said she hates my everyday when arrives the first spliff of the day.
I offered, can I lick the floor ? Gimme forty seconds, not one more.
I said I will do my best, that's not enough

And she wrote that for me.