(Hi, before you read this you should know my English not the best so I may have some mistake in it)
I'm a boy who loves dirt that’s the kind of person I am.
When she comes with a sponge in her hand and a big scary smile
I dig my self a hole and vanish for a while.
You can call me filthy, that's the true
Cause the smell of rotten eggs makes my mood
Feels so good
And the look of you choking with a clothespin on your nose
And the letter next morning said "I can't do it no more"
Oh Yes, this is good, I bit you again!
And as far as you know the nanny left
So you, don’t you dare asking me questions
Cause I'm telling you again
She's not laying here dead
With a sponge in her head
Created: Aug 21, 2012dandush Document Media