Jane, after days and days of rain: The sun is out! Yay!
Leeza: Don’t get your hopes up. It’ll probably rain more later.
Jane: Look how pretty the sunshine is.
Leeza: It’s probably hot.
Upon sharing these rays of sunshine with a friend, Friend said: Hell, we ain’t got no hope.
I’m just a dope.
Don’t hand me a rope
‘cuz I can’t cope …
or a bar of soap.
I don’t need to smell nice
and I won’t take advice,
there’s just no hope.
Friend: You need to scratch that into the wall of your cell.