Please， Sir

Come to from slumber on bed's soft tundra

Murky with mourn beside dead uniform

And I wish and I hope

And I wish and I hope

With long drag on me smoke

And I wish and I hope

That I'll stalk the corridors once more

Please Sir let me return if only for a term

How I yearn

It's glee Sir with your hot breath upon me

Gob gurning in fury

But I only winded that lad before he bolted

And I only fumbled that lass besides I was revolted

So for forgiveness

With me boyz as witness

Take these chips with cheese

As an offering of peace