The only consolation for those who like me
Achieved little in life, and went fancy free,
Is that the same fate's served to all on a plate.
I say: "Don't throw in the towel, wait, wait, wait!"
The towel
The only consolation for those who like me
Achieved little in life, and went fancy free,
Is that the same fate's served to all on a plate.
I say: "Don't throw in the towel, wait, wait, wait!"