Bum Fights
I’m poor, you’re poor
I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes
I’ll wish you many more
I’m poor you’re poor
There’s no exit from these doors
What for, what for
You unraveled on my floor
Adore your score
But your rash looks really sore
No more, no more
You’re slacking on your chores
I’m poor, you’re poor
I need lotion for my pores
Instead, I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes
I’ll wish you many more
I’m poor, you’re poor
There’s no exit from these doors
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