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You see me overhead

As I go by

You talk so cold and dead

 And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

 To kill you a little

I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say

 Your monkey, your middle

You are my overhead

It makes me cry

You buy some folding bed

 And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

 To kill you a little

I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say

 Your monkey, your middle

You fall heel over head

And though you try

You just get old in-stead

 And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

 To kill you a little