Вершы: L7. Smell The Magic. Broomstick.

I've got my broomstick, baby
I've got my paperback novel
I'm gonna lay right here
And I ain't gonna grovel

What's the use of lying?
I won't believe you
What's the use of crying?
It won't relieve you

I've got my broomstick
I've got my paperback novel
I'm gonna lay right here right now
And I ain't gonna grovel