September 2024: LIBRA
Once the seventh month of the year, the ninth month is the gateway drug to cooler weather.
I know it’s not much, but I have nothing else fit for a King.
Can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face.
The year winds down as the celebrations turn up.
Once the seventh month of the year, the ninth month is the gateway drug to cooler weather.
It’s like that, and like this, and like that, and uh.
Put on your magic sunglasses and look at the day in a whole new way.
The older I get, the more everything reminds me that I’m getting old.
The theme of my life is that it’s going by too quickly.