This Isn'T Funny
Sometimes I haven't a clue what you're saying
A clue what your talking about
But your kind enough to
Point to bridges
And fridges
You scorn me then kiss me the next go round
Then live like birds in my ears
From nose up to smell-down
I just made that up.
And now you know what's up.
Could you please pass the ketchup?
This is isn't funny.
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