Pumpkin Pie - Descartes A Kant

And what’s that mess?

Oh, it’s my dress

I hope you don’t find that it’s wet

I guess I spilled the milk again

I guess I kill my precious pet

Oh Ouh

A tongue so injured, has no sound

That sound so perfect, I cannoy cum dowm.

I was not afraid but just until,

his twisted smile left me ill.

It’s designed to feed hear a kitty

when she’s into big birds.

Cause it’s designed to sing to her so pretty.

Singing to her, makes her scream so hard.

I romise she won’t be upset

If we can hurt her more than that.

So sorry like my silent pig,

and so harmless like the cigarette skin.

I am so sick sad

I can’t control that.

You are a bad, bad plan

But i adore that.

I am so sick and sad…