A constant nervous pain,
And a slap on the wrist with a switch,
Will have to rile me up,
To pick myself up from the ground.
Why I worry,
And why I fret about,
I know not,
But I fear you may be the cause of it.
You are not evil,
And you are just like me,
But something else tells me,
That there is something else there...
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