Think you were Beer in Shampoo
You’re only a very small body part
Just like an appendix, you can be cut out
There was no function within me
That you could affect, so just flee!
It would be nice to be glad
But all smiles for you have been had
No longer shall I think you’re great
Now I go seek my own fate
Once you were a handsome, young Prince
Today from my hair do I rinse
Think you were beer in shampoo
That should be saved to consume
What a big deal that all was
I’ll be careful of doorbell to buzz
Curtain number one, two, or three
You were the lock of which I had a key
Goodbye to you and good day
Don’t treat people like they were clay
Molding and folding me still?
Or maybe it’s only my will!
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