5/05/2012

Something


Something in the way it smells,
Repels me like no other odor.
Something in the way it oo-oo-ooozes.
I don't want to clean it now,
 But I know I need to and how.

Da-da-DA-daa-daaaaaa

Somewhere in the dark it grows,
Making a stink like no other odor.
Something in the stickiness glow-ow-ows.
I don't want to clean it now,
But I know I need to and how.

Da-da-DA-daa-daaaaaa

You're asking me will this mess grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may slow
But I don't know, I don't know.

Something in the way it smells,
And all I have to do is open it.
Something in the back- it scares me.
I don't want to clean it now.
You know I believe and how.

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