Body

Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Hands, and ears, and eyes, and throat
Welcome to my body
Where our motto is 'we're doing our best'

Here comes morning here it goes
Time to put this thing in clothes
Careful what you choose
This is your identity now

Oh won't somebody
Get me out of this body body
Free me from this soul prison
Let me out of this flesh covered skeleton

Oh won't somebody
Get me out of this body body
I am growing tired
Of dragging this thing around

Time to pick these feet up
So they can take us where we need to go
Left foot right foot left foot stop
Time to rest these weary bones

This thing needs to nap too often
We'll never get anything done
It requires too much eating
It's too sensitive to sun

It's too long it is too lanky
Mine doesn't look like other bodies
How could someone love something so sharp
We're not soft enough
What if we hurt someone



Credits
Writer(s): Baily Smith
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