Ow, My Face

I'm glad that you're happy
Watching my pain
Burning crop circles
On my soul's waves of grain.
We had no love scene
But you've cut to the chase
You're chomping off my nose
To spite my face.

Ow, my nose
Ow, my face
Ow, my nose
Ow, my face

Oooow...


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