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January 19, 2010

This song describes me oh so well

I'm heavy handed, to say the least.
My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher 'cus I spill things from stiring them too quickly.
I'm far too loud.
It's like, as soon as I've got an opinion, it just has to come out.
I laugh at stupid things just 'cause they tickle me.

And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep.

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