So I've noticed only a few of you have come to my new casa and are following me there. Come on, it's nice there. It smells good.
You know pretty soon, I'm gonna start thinking it's 'cause you hate me.
It's not 'cause you hate me, is it?
Come on, don't leave. I'll do better. I promise I'll change. Give me another chance! This time it's gonna be different. You'll see.
In most cases that's a pack of lies, but not this time. Pinky swear. So come, follow me.
Desperately Seeking Social Affections (and maybe some cheap therapy),