You're the queen of sinful thoughts.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots, Medusa.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Medusa.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
Dr. Suess understands.
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this is one of my favorite songs ever - but i LIKE your remix. i agree - seuss was a GENIUS.
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