Story of my life

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‘I like these crumbs stuck on my hand’ ‘That’s how we roll in the dish land’

The murmurs slowly reaching a crescend’o

Slime in their eyes is dime for our pain

She can rinse and wash all she wants, I’m stickin’ on to the ‘grime’

As the clock struck nine she stormed in like the dayan

Tortured in all that lime, cleaned up in no time

~ Story of my life, Pan-San

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