Spoiled
Spoiled little children
Oh how I wish they would fly away
Give them the wings
For which they beg and whine
And maybe if you’re lucky
The next time you see them
Will be the end of time!
Oh how I wish they would fly away
Give them the wings
For which they beg and whine
And maybe if you’re lucky
The next time you see them
Will be the end of time!
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