And know that I'm not really trying
Just give me a boot
Right to the glute
And say, "Someone better be dying!"
I once wrote a poem about cake
But that's something I'd never make
If you've got a cookie
Then I'll go play hooky
And say, "Hey that cookie I'll take"
I ran into a guy they call Mike
And then fell face-first off my bike
It gave me a taste
Of dirt in my face
And that's something I didn't like
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