Another recycled song. Violet the sheep, Fosgate's new secretary, reads the fine print on a loan contract for the first time. Sometimes you might not want to know the truth.

This is probably THE WORST VOCAL I'll ever upload. It stinks on ice. The accent is execrable, I couldn't center my pitches, and it hops all around my break. But since I'm never going to perform it live, and recorded it only as a melodic guide for an actual female singer, I'm not precious about it. This is just a document of my process. Enjoy it for the lulz if nothing else.