Six decades, three score full years,
Wandering around like I know...
One sage, who talked with inspiration,
Was asked a philosophic question...
I'm that guy who comes in the post office
Fifteen people in line, goes to the machine...
Back in the trials of sales,
back in that finance game...
I'm sure you all know of
that fish in the sea...
- Nelly! You haven't left any mince pies.
- I haven't taken, Mammy...
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee...
I only lie when you ask me a question. If you stop...
I'm strong, smart and sassy,
I got attitude but i keep it classy...
- Oh! I've seen stars!
_________________- Where...
- I've dyed! Do you hear, Nick?
- Ann? Then how can you speak...
No other race 'tween humans
Will matter save the last one...