quandary

Misery go 'round and around

Quandary go 'round and around

Merry go 'round and around

Meddling teenage boys with the broomstick, it's a mystery

Rich in history, zero to 60, reach that quickly, flee that quandary

Sprinter van be attending a prison in Swansea

Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds

They temporarily set free this quandary

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today

He says, "Bring that bottle kindly, and I'll pad your purse

I've got a head full of quandary and a mighty, mighty, mighty thirst"

17 glasses, Rhine wine

Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease

The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary

We've nestled in its hollow, and we've suckled at its breast

His mind was so messed up, he could hardly do nothing

He was in a quandary

Being devoured by the swirling cesspool of his own steaming desires

Keep seeking something some last step

You're a circle in a quandary in a dance with breath

You're so scared to be what you're not yet

I've lost the plot and all I've got is just a few budding cells

My camaraderie's a quandary like hares hunting elk

And feasting - you should see, its truthfully something else

Just back relax and stay fucking misinformed

Quandary over something that won't ever be

Yeah yeah so your still thinking you're the men