In a world of dull routines,
Where laughter's just a dream,
Dry wit is our currency.
With sarcasm as our shield,
We navigate this comedy field,
In every jest, a hidden truth.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest escapade.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest Oh- escapade.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.
In a world of dull routines,
Where laughter's just a dream,
Dry wit is our currency.
With sarcasm as our shield,
We navigate this comedy field,
In every jest, a hidden truth.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest escapade.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest Oh- escapade.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest escapade.
Dryly amusing, our silent game,
Words like daggers, wit our flame.
In the midst of life's charade,
Dry humor is our sweetest Oh- escapade.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.
Dry wit, adds grace.
Dry wit, adds charm.