My mind is free of clutter
And my thoughts are all pristine.
My brain is not a’flutter
And neither is my spleen.
I haven’t an idea
Nor a pondering or musing
And anyone who makes me think
Is cruising for a bruising.
My mind is free of clutter
And my thoughts are all pristine.
My brain is not a’flutter
And neither is my spleen.
I haven’t an idea
Nor a pondering or musing
And anyone who makes me think
Is cruising for a bruising.
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