W.F.L.

I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
Well, not much, I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign, but it's getting less

And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth, but now you're liar
You used to speak the truth, but now you're clever

And I wrote for luck, and they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth, but now you're clever
You used to speak the truth, but now you're clever

And when it's hot, you start to melt
'Cause you're not made of gene, you're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you turn to crack
You keep on piling on, not puttin' back

And I wrote for luck, they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth, but now you're clever
You used to speak the truth, but now you're clever

And when it's hot, you start to melt
'Cause you're not made of gene, you're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you turn to crack
You keep on piling on, not puttin' back