How can a creature of routine
ever be free
Scuttling with the rats
always a busy bee
I like to smile
and hold my head high
I'm not one of you
You won't wonder why
It all looks grey, until I see a streetlight
A gentle reminder, it's just a reminder
So now she knows, once again
That she has to rule the man
Let me begin..
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