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Friday. Quite pleasant outside. I hope it stays that way!
Another surgery appointment this morning. Seeing a doctor I've never heard of! We'll either get on. or we won't. We shall see.
After that? No idea. I'm sure something will occur.
Another surgery appointment this morning. Seeing a doctor I've never heard of! We'll either get on. or we won't. We shall see.
After that? No idea. I'm sure something will occur.
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Had her mouse-like thing on my belly
Up and down she went pressing hard
Squeezing out the yucky jelly.
Can't see your aorta, young man
There's too much gas in your guts
I'll soon cure that if you carry on
By hitting you hard in your nuts.
Aaah, here we have a picture clear
Gawd, all I can see is nothing like blood
In fact, I think I can see.
Forget the EU lake, it's more like a wine flood.
Your aorta is picture perfect
No aneurysms, embolisms or blood
Mate, you're not going out of here dead
Just that your piping is definitely all dud.
She said that love oozes out of the heart
But I don't quite know what that means.
My heart is a muscle, I think, power-house tissue
Pumping out my wine into sticky streams.
Aorta, vessels, atriums, arteries:
My personal anatomy, what its made of.
I searched and searched yet failed to find
The containment and source of this thing love.
Scientists and the quacks have got it wrong,
Grey must surely have made a mistake.
If the heart is not the source of wine and love,
Why the hell does love make the heart break?
Had her mouse-like thing on my belly
Up and down she went pressing hard
Squeezing out the yucky jelly.
Can't see your aorta, young man
There's too much gas in your guts
I'll soon cure that if you carry on
By hitting you hard in your nuts.
Aaah, here we have a picture clear
Gawd, all I can see is nothing like blood
In fact, I think I can see.
Forget the EU lake, it's more like a wine flood.
Your aorta is picture perfect
No aneurysms, embolisms or blood
Mate, you're not going out of here dead
Just that your piping is definitely all dud.
She said that love oozes out of the heart
But I don't quite know what that means.
My heart is a muscle, I think, power-house tissue
Pumping out my wine into sticky streams.
Aorta, vessels, atriums, arteries:
My personal anatomy, what its made of.
I searched and searched yet failed to find
The containment and source of this thing love.
Scientists and the quacks have got it wrong,
Grey must surely have made a mistake.
If the heart is not the source of wine and love,
Why the hell does love make the heart break?