Up the Hill Backwards
Spy,spy,pretty girl,
I see you see me through your window.
Don’t turn your nose up,
Well, you can if you need to, you won’t be the first or the last.
It must strain you to look down so far from your father’s house,
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you.
I’m the Cream
Of the Great...





























































