That time of night has come at last
When the fan blows on your feet
And you wear your thinnest underwear
To beat the evening heat,
When the bedsheet becomes optional
And clothing does as well
And we see the smiling upside
Of an afterlife in Hell.
That time of night has come at last
When the fan blows on your feet
And you wear your thinnest underwear
To beat the evening heat,
When the bedsheet becomes optional
And clothing does as well
And we see the smiling upside
Of an afterlife in Hell.
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