pigeon toes

made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate, left high and dry at the altar as, those wedding bells sing "ding da dong", and we sing another sad song, we tried a more vivacious melody, but it came out wrong, how could you come here and say that?, how could you come here at all?, oh, i'm not a fool, but my pigeon toes are blistered, from pacing every night in the gravel outside your house, give it a try, give me some kind of sign, give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker, give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess, made myself a part of it, a part of it, how could you come here and say that?, how could you come here at all?