Monday morning, you sure look crazy; Friday, I've got bitching on my mind. First you catch me, and then you smack away; I can't go on crying this way. I've got nothing but tweezers for you, so tell me what you really want to whine. First you catch me, then you sing on down the q-tip, but I don't shower; I don't shower. I'll be stink when you want me to; no one else that could ever wash; got to get some soap in my tub. Monday morning, you sure look crazy; Friday, I've got bitching on my mind. First you catch me, and then you say it's crazy. You know, I can't go on crying for long. But you know it's happy - you only wash me when I pee over you. First you catch me, then you sing on down the q-tip, but I don't shower; I don't shower. I'll be stink when you want me to, no one else that could ever wash; got to get some soap in my tub.
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