You always have shite to take care of but as long as it’s not taking care of another woman.. then, I guess I’ll allow you to take care of whatever it is you’re taking care of. —- Do ya? Is this the part where I start singin’ do what ya want, do what ya want to me body?
No other women, just a dead man happily laying inside the trunk for someone to take care of. Y'know, I'd say less talking, but you know how much I love it when ye get loud.

















