Strip Squad Korpamoen
the snow had a goat overflowing my old korpamo
and though
I seem calm, oh!
how I sit and sigh
so out I go
write our names in the snow glop
cross the lane from the bus stop
where we said goodbye
pack my things in boxes
close the door and then I lock it
won't be around when no one knocks it
and you don't call at all
