That Voice
That voice
When I hear it I can't help but cringe on the inside
I turn around with a fake smile adorned my face
As I talk to the singing demon devil or whatever she is
As my next door neighbor who is none other than Hyacinth Bucket
Oh my bad it's Bouquet
Now she's going to entrap me in another one of her singing schemes
Oh God Please Help Me And Please Make This Woman Go Away
She drives everyone and anyone mad
How on earth does Richard put up with her
