The noise, the noise, the noise;
The music, the music, the music.
The crowd, the crowd, the crowd;
The company, the company, the company.
The vulgarity, the vulgarity, the vulgarity;
The trends, the trends, the trends.
The spilt ice-cream outside my door;
Wait, that's got no optimistic tone to it.
Although I could say something silly:
My door got its share of ice cream.
Except it didn't want it.
NEITHER DID I.
YOU ICE-CREAM THROWER, I AM GOING TO GET YOU.
'Ice cream, tastes good in the after noon. Ice cream tastes good if you eat it soon.' - Syd Barrett. But yeah, I hate ice cream too. Haha.
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