Japor

We pardon me lord for the late entry to your abode.

We speak of eloquent building sweet nothings in year.

We putling offside.

We speaketh thou art surely wrong in bad.

We wish good tidings on crystal morning.

We are the real genuine mccoy so you diggy it brother.

We know innocence can really be with mean streak.

We notice dissension in their curvaceousness.

We tell ya folks giddy up hi ho silver.