I wanna Play
I really wanna
You think otherwise
That’s y I wanna play
I put my head to it
My back gets droopy
I pick it up
My eyes get sleepy
It s the analgesic
I take a walk
I am still playing
But there s this thing
I can do nuthin about
I have got my nails on the string
They r mine yea they r mine
They keep growing back
Of course I care
I think I can be better
The next time around
By the way
They are still hanging on
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