A Good-For-Nothing Lout
Can't breathe through your nose with your tongue hanging out
Bet you tried, found you could, but it looks like a dog's snout
Sorry, that wasn't nice
I apologize thrice
Don't trust me again, I'm a good-for-nothing lout
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