But still you couldn't catch me.
So I listened to the same old crap a hundred more times.
And the crap talked back to me for about just as many.
I like dropping droppings all over you, because sometimes I don't like you clean.
Sometimes, I want us to be alike.
Oh maybe I just assumed that you would comprehend the ultrasonic.
Heck, I still won't let myself be caught though admittedly, I'll fly close-by.
