Soon Enough
Years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers.
Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through.
Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, as he walked from room to room saying
"Women are winning the tournament of hearts. Somebody's got to lose..."
Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. Through and through.
Soon enough.
Autor(es): The Constantines
