An old man lived across from me
Older, grumpy, with a droopy bulldog face
Which was fitting, because he had one
A bulldog that is
Who, by all accounts, was just as old as him
And anytime I passed him in the hall
There he was, sitting there with his bulldog
It was as if each of them were waiting to start the conversion
Other times, they were just aimlessly staring off in different directions
But more often than not, he was berating it
Physically, mentally
But when you looked in each of their eyes
You couldn’t tеll a difference
You makе me want to be here
Older, grumpy, with a droopy bulldog face
Which was fitting, because he had one
A bulldog that is
Who, by all accounts, was just as old as him
And anytime I passed him in the hall
There he was, sitting there with his bulldog
It was as if each of them were waiting to start the conversion
Other times, they were just aimlessly staring off in different directions
But more often than not, he was berating it
Physically, mentally
But when you looked in each of their eyes
You couldn’t tеll a difference
You makе me want to be here
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