Air Conditioning Is Evil

just take off a layer or walk around topless i am the archpriest eating sugar puffs i am the prelate eating bagels i am halfway in and halfway out the window the mother-in-law wants it off i am not for sale my successors are labouring like hercules the hidrosis is formulaic like glib one-liners "it's bad for the bones and you'll catch a cold" bring on the catarrh the indisposition the bogeys the runny front bonnet and collectivist honk the towel over the bowl of hot adam's ale seduce my soul my doxy my concubine a night emission i make love to the air conditioner