>> Your vote is my sole reward
I've got a thing for Sumo,
But I'm made of sushi parts,
I've got a taste for bitter ends,
It must be my main art.
I trick the judges and the ministers,
I lust her list but lost her number.
That's why I wait for December,
That's how I kill my inner lighter.
There is this thing, outside my cell
The part I knew and played so well
The colors were so December,
And that's a form of murder.
I've got a thing for distinct hers,
But I'm often caught offside,
I long the legs and bet for butter,
And I abide the tides.
There's no ending to this nightmare
There's no a change for me to ground
Underneath the skirt, i shot the pope,
That's why I wait for December