Once they knew a secret,
They needed it so rudely.
When it came to a regret,
Thinking over it abruptly.
Hey, you over on that hill,
Don’t look at her like this.
Look for a guy named Bill,
Knowing all of my secrets.
Can’t stay away from that,
All of our dirty little secrets.
I need to find his friend Pat,
It’s a fact, he’s all my regrets.
Jumping, he’s like Air Jordan,
Sneaky little bastard, stealing.
Just it’s a miscommunication,
He’s not just this very worthy.
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