W.F.L. (Think About The Future Mix)

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

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

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
Yeah, 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

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

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
Yeah, 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

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah