[gustav] As much as I enjoy the scent of oil, I'm more concerned about the lathe on page 2, the coolant can't teach the tool, there's a random wire hanging over the bed, and worst of all someone's had off with the chuck guard.
On the floor where you belong, Under her foot where you belong, Let the pride fill you knowing she’s decided to own you, To cage you and keep the key, Remind her every day how thankful you are