Farrr outtt, she said she said.
As she took me to her bed.
Under her bed were amusing things
lint and dirt, people that were once hurt,
dust bunnies from hell, ones that are not
so swell,
Speak to the little one on the right,
be careful of what you say, for you may be
in for a fight,
stand your ground. chin up high
(or low in this manner so you don't hit the ceiling of the bed)
Cripple the sun of a bitch and it will all go dark,
Soothe the loner and it will be alrite,
Overtime it will collect friends,
Reassure it this, and im sure you'll spend more time
under your own bed.
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