Autom's just around the corner. Hidin' skin under layers of fabric is (so) last season. But, who knows what gloom is still looming in the under-covers ?
It's time to shed: extra-skin, hair (her), dreary hyms (him), melancholy, depreration... and other people's (thickly-calloused) monkeys (in laws).
It's time to shed all that s#it.
[throw your hands in the air. wave 'em like you just don't care]
Say Yeah...
