Your funky feet, your crooked teeth
Your bad table manners and obsession with hammers
Your snotty nose, how your hair grows
from the backs of your ears and down to your toes
Your faults are many, imperfections aplenty,
I'll give you a hint, a scrap, a clue
It's not me, my dear; it's you.
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