Moody
Moody?
Moody, yes I am
Moody, yes that's me
Why so full of grump? Why so moody?
The things you've got to watch, the things you've got to see!
A life that moves so fast, a life that moves constantly
No time to relax, no time to let go, that's a-mood-making to me!
I'll bite your head off with a look, I'll shout and snarl at you so very quietly
When I'm grumpy in a mood no one is safe that's near me
You may have done nothing wrong, you may not even know me
No matter though, I'll still burn a look at you 'cos I'm so full of mood you see.
Sat here with a gob-on like my dad who was the worlds worst moody git - you see it's really hereditary!
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