Scatter Brain
Once there was a lady They called her Scatter Brain. Her mind was a little shady, Like a book left in the rain. Oh, the pain. Scatter Brain. She didn't know the refrain.
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Once there was a lady They called her Scatter Brain. Her mind was a little shady, Like a book left in the rain. Oh, the pain. Scatter Brain. She didn't know the refrain.
R eally fed up of how I am. E nough I say, change of plan. C an't afford, to waste more time, L ive for today, I hear it chime. U nknown glories await in line, S o board of being a recluse.
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I'm that forbidden fruit, The drink you're scared to try, One sip and you'll be drunk off me, You'll kiss good sense goodbye.
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Set me on fire. Call me a liar. Say mean things. Tear down my wings. Be an arrogant prat. You're worse than a rat. Say I'm dumb. Beat me till I'm numb. You can't hurt me. I'm happy as a bee.
When the day is over close your eyes, Go to sleep my darling, don't you cry, Do not weep, but softly sleep, Until the light of day, Tomorrow is a thousand dreams away.
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Why paint the sky a dreary grey When it could be bright red. Why prey to the clouds with fickle thoughts When you could fly instead.
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You can't get by without some pain, Many days it's going to rain. Some of these will leave a stain, Try what may, they will remain. But very soon the sky will clear, No need then to dry a tear.