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Itchy, Itchy Scratch

Been sittin’ in this pew, the minutes seem like hours. And everything ‘twas said, couldn’t tell you what’s the theme Now I know I should be focused, and giving all my attention The truth... I’m so distracted, it’s now reached quite extreme Itchy, itchy scratch, what could the problem be Am I coming down with something... the symptoms are all there Should I stay... should I go Don’t mean to make a scene But as I get to be quite frantic Everyone’s begun to stare The preacher now has noticed As heads begin to wag Oh my, I’m so embarrassed ‘Cause it’s just my dumb shirt’s tag!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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