The day of thanks is upon,
And so I shall wish ado until anon.
But do not fret and pine, i shall return
For you my suicide girls I ne'er would spurn
And so I shall wish ado until anon.
But do not fret and pine, i shall return
For you my suicide girls I ne'er would spurn
(I'm sorry, but it's oh so very true. You sould get that looked at. )