I have soft skin In my foam bath I splash myself I laugh about it My goldfish swims In my foam bath I muffle it up, I Say to it I have no problems, I laze away No discomfort, I laze away In the water I bathe, it is what's important Well at my ease, in my current condition I have soft skin In my foam bath I burn in the darkness Of bombs Everything is delightful Docile offense: I make the list Of things...that Irritate me
I have soft skin In my foam bath No seismic tremors... I lay back And relax It's my aquatic state There's a slight problem I'm fed up with those who cry. Who drive at only 2km per hour, Who lament and who settle On the idea of a fixed idea I'm fed up with those who moan. Extremists with two bullets, Who sees life all in black Who leads themselves to depression I'm fed up with the big sister, Who moans at everything and cries, Fed up with the rain, zucchinis That make me vomit under the covers I'm fed up with those cynics And in the near, the autumn croci, I'm fed up with being fed up! Also
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