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Hey now honey wait, don't file for divorce
I know my room's messy and it's an eye-sore
But it's simply meant to be an obstacle course,
so on a cactus field I can run like a horse
Hey now honey wait, don't you use the force
I got your point, I think we both know you're hardcore
But you should also know how much I truly adore
My very own jungle of my junks to explore
. . . If I can just squeeze through to get to the door
All these books tossed on the ground
All these papers scattered everywhere
You're surprised I haven't drowned, you are scared.
Every step you take you trip
Everywhere you look there's a barricade
You glare at me and start to flip, you inflate.
Like a blowfish you huff
and you puff at my stuff
But only dust
Fly up in your gust
So you stomp your foot in anger
Now your foot is stuck inside the rust
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Hey now honey is it really hard to ignore?
I thought I told you that's what eye-patches are for.
I think I got a pair somewhere on top of the floor
And deep beneath these I-don't-know-what-anymore
Hey now honey there's no need for nuclear war
Although I wrote this song when I should do the chore
But I can always shove everything into the drawer
Then voila, the room's not a mess anymore
. . . And now that I'm running out of rhymes for "ore"
I think we'll end this song here before it starts to bore
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