This is a song about "Dear maria"

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Dear me, in about ten years

Queer, i'm not into you dear

I wish i could live with no fear

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Dear god, i think it's time we had a conversation

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear