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Just a little outta it
OMG, gummy bears are chasing me,
up and down, unicorn street!
Now the clowns, throw dust at me,
and they chased me in a tree!
The tree's made up, of yogurt, and pears,
and I can see all the lunch lady's hairs!
I do a few flips, and a jumping jack,
I ran into a rainbow, OOPS! SMACK!
I'm falling down, into the dark,
ugh, bright light! That's really stark.
I'm on a table, being digested by a martian,
I think it's a girl, ugh, even worse than!
I'm being ripped open, and I think it's queer,
that the only thing I care of, is what she sees here.
I fall into my gut, and out into the open,
and I stand face to face, with some old man with a goat and,
he's got one eye, and is that three ears?
Before I knew it, the goat burst into tears.
Before I could blink, I was being constricted,
by a cozy white jacket, and some guy who looks afflicted.
Than he spoon fed me, some kind of special juice,
what flavor it was, I couldn't deduce.
Now is it just me, or is the room getting tipsy?
And my eyes're getting heavy, getting a wee bit sleepy.
The colors haven't been this bright, since the 4th of July!
Well, i'm getting sleepy, so long, goodbye!
up and down, unicorn street!
Now the clowns, throw dust at me,
and they chased me in a tree!
The tree's made up, of yogurt, and pears,
and I can see all the lunch lady's hairs!
I do a few flips, and a jumping jack,
I ran into a rainbow, OOPS! SMACK!
I'm falling down, into the dark,
ugh, bright light! That's really stark.
I'm on a table, being digested by a martian,
I think it's a girl, ugh, even worse than!
I'm being ripped open, and I think it's queer,
that the only thing I care of, is what she sees here.
I fall into my gut, and out into the open,
and I stand face to face, with some old man with a goat and,
he's got one eye, and is that three ears?
Before I knew it, the goat burst into tears.
Before I could blink, I was being constricted,
by a cozy white jacket, and some guy who looks afflicted.
Than he spoon fed me, some kind of special juice,
what flavor it was, I couldn't deduce.
Now is it just me, or is the room getting tipsy?
And my eyes're getting heavy, getting a wee bit sleepy.
The colors haven't been this bright, since the 4th of July!
Well, i'm getting sleepy, so long, goodbye!
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