Remodeling My Head
One ear on top
Like a satelite dish
One eye in front and back
So I can see all I wish
My chin is now longer
For it's carrying my nose
Closer to the arm pits
Making sure no smell arose
My mouth is going to the back
On the neck to be precise
I can't stand drinking orange juice
And smelling fried rice
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