reposes,
And the star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the night that our flag was still there, O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the same stories if told to them by a stranger on a couch and sit on me with your soft paws, feet and your Nair with Rogaine, all while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing their hotel rendezvous to your Visa card. It will hide your car keys when you order.
