Make up things of things with no rhyme or reason

As they did in the old days of trial and treason

When you courted young ladies

And held open doors

Now all people do is call out the whores

Listen to dub step and talk about cats

Sitting around eating till you are fat

What happen to the days

When women and men where mysteries to each other

And men called the women not chicks or whores

But called them sweet things