Five Hundred and Twelve, Don't Mean Anything.
I had a good talk
I had a good talk
I had a good talk
I had a, had a, had a, good talk.
Things you say, don't mean anything.
Today, I found out my friend's maid's name is Samantha.
She sings all day, and it's so irritating.
My friend say that her maid lies a lot and then pretend to be a nice person.
It's a little like my previous maid. I feel so sad for her.