itching and scratching;
the whole world's cracking
your lips keep smacking
while your problems keep stacking.

are you interested?
do you care?
let me tell you straight up
that I don't play fair.
am I what you want?
like a gourmet dish?
am I what you need?
am I what you wish?


who coulda knew?
you move to the groove
but it slips right through your soul.
you could like it,
you could love it,
and then you rub-a dub it,
but you're falling in a deep dark hole.


tears in my eye but it's no surprise
that you don't know what to do.
tit for tat
it stinks like a rat
and it all points back to you


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