My grandma turned ginger
So I sent her on a cruise
I used to make my own cream
Until the neighbours started to attack
So I moved to the coast
I built a new house made of stone
I was disowned by my mother
It was the best
I grew up on a ranch
Surounded by maple
I can take no blame
Please come smell my rose
Then strike a match
I do not enjoy being social
I much prefer talking on the phone
Ever since i was six
I was put under arrest
For stealing someones spirit
It took me forever to search
Now I simply teach
Salt and vinigar is my favourite flavor
Maybe i should go to the clinic
After we can have a quick paddle
Dont be so naive