I was born by the froth of the sea
Tangled in the weed
I'm on my own
Slipped into a new world
I was born falling down the laundry chute
And I keep hearing this ringing sound
Every time I start sitting down
It's like a buzzing sensation
Though, I can't seem to place it
No one has no time for me
I'll fold my home
I was born wearing laces, covered in glue
So I jump on the mouse, knock him left and right
Lay on my belly, stalk the pantry at night
I have no love for you
Avant my palm
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