I’ve been under your table.
I’ve been under your chair.
I’m a fixture in public bathrooms
And in little children’s hair.
You can find me on city sidewalks
From America to France.
Won’t you pick me up again
And give me a second chance?
I’ve been under your table.
I’ve been under your chair.
I’m a fixture in public bathrooms
And in little children’s hair.
You can find me on city sidewalks
From America to France.
Won’t you pick me up again
And give me a second chance?
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