I’m good at wasting time,
I think lyrics need to rhyme,
And you’re not asking,
But I’m trying to grow a mustache.
I eat cheese, but only on pizza, please,
And, sometimes, on a homemade quesadilla.
Otherwise it smells like feet to me.
And I, I really like you when the moon looks like a toe nail.
And I love you when you say my name.
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