(Chorus) I would wake up at night, sinus aching inside |
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With a big crusty glob of snot congesting my mind | |
Should I pick it out, I could scream and shout | |
Hard boogers just hate hard boogers | |
Wanna put my finger, knuckle deep or deeper | |
Wiggle it around, finagle that big booger out | |
You'd remove boogers too if you knew this goo | |
I squirm squirm like a worm on a fish hook, hurt, stuck, and so impaled | |
I want to wimper, whine, and wail | |
That big blob of snot is painful | |
My brain is cramped and small, I think I found your wiffle ball | |
I read words in nasal crannies | |
In thick gobs of crusty braile | |
My nostril burns when I exhale | |
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So calloused in my sinus | |
From the pick pick of my fingernail | |
This one looks like a carabou | |
Or is it more a reindeer, all it needs, a little sled | |
Tormented by the mucus in my head | |
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You'd remove it too | |
Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose | |
New breed ankylosaurus | |
What a find when your mind goes | |
Stick it where it sticks most, booger on the bedpost | |
Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose | |
New breed ankylosaurus | |
What a find when your mind goes | |
Another booger on the bedpost | |
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Pick It Out (Booger on the Bedpost)
The nose picker's version of "Inside Out" by Eve 6.
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