This Is Me Fussing About All the Cussing
The four letter words that barrel from out of your mouth
Could put a sailors reputation into serious doubt
What spews to the surface is what brews within
Do you kiss your mother with those nasty lips
You say everyone's doing it so what's the harm in you
If I showed you the bridge would you jump off too
As you sit in your wonder at the fuss and the fight
I'll let you in on a secret, two wrongs don't make a right
Seems these days cursing is rampant and free
As we're running in place to get where we need to be
But in the end it's a loss to us all
If you can't curb the tongue then what can you control
Next time there's a fire, try not to cook
Put the recipes back with every name in the book
Then the new words that come from your mouth
Won't make us all cringe when they come spilling out
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