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Bugs
Bugs over here.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, BUGS BUGS BUGS.
Some you can squash, some you can spray
Most just get in the way.
Most lurk in the night, Some stay out all day.
They crawl on your things looking for treats.
You find them in your shoes, waiting to tickle your feet.
They're creepy and they're crawly, you feel em in your bed. Dare to rest your head?
You close your eyes, to imagine them gone. Only...SURPRISE, they're staring with their beady little eyes.
You flick em, and smash em, and create a little dance. Some run, some jump, but scurry they must. If I dare see one, I'll spray it and smoosh it, crumble it to dust.
Bugs over here.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, Bugs Bugs Bugs.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, BUGS BUGS BUGS.
Some you can squash, some you can spray
Most just get in the way.
Most lurk in the night, Some stay out all day.
They crawl on your things looking for treats.
You find them in your shoes, waiting to tickle your feet.
They're creepy and they're crawly, you feel em in your bed. Dare to rest your head?
You close your eyes, to imagine them gone. Only...SURPRISE, they're staring with their beady little eyes.
You flick em, and smash em, and create a little dance. Some run, some jump, but scurry they must. If I dare see one, I'll spray it and smoosh it, crumble it to dust.
Bugs over here.
Bugs over there.
Everywhere I turn, Bugs Bugs Bugs.
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