At the time it didn't matter to me
So I like things in order
Every thing had to be so so
Not just scattered about the floor
Neat as a pin
Now tell me whats wrong with that?
By the way hang up your hat
Do as you want as you like
Because I see different don't tell me take a hike
Don't tell me whats wrong whats right
I can figure it out at times I'm bright
So as this comes to an end
I will try to mend and bend
Really cant you be just my friend
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