Florists, employers, Shoobee Tourists.

Floor it, explore it,

Dreams?

Go for it.

Snow white, lemonade.

Summer nights.

Ice age.

Sleepy days.

Restless nights.

Baggy eyes.

Mood is tight.

Making money to set things right.

So I can fulfil my promise to my son Dwight.

All he wanted for the holidays was a shiny red bike.

Now its a cold dawn in January.

And I didn’t come through.

But dont be phased now Dwight.

Daddy owes you an I-Owe-You.