4 October 2012

I'm an OCD burglar, I'd break in and clean your house

But I won't leave nothing out of place and I'm as quiet as a mouse

I never seem to steel anything, I just put your CDs in order

My worst nightmare is breaking into the house that's owned by a hoarder

I rearrange your fridge and make the labels face the front

I know I'm being out of order here, I know I'm being a c**t

I just can't seem to stop myself, but your house I have to clean

I don't carry a knife or a gun, just a can of Mr Sheen

I break in at the backdoor, but I never break the window frame

That would send me mental because 'THEY MUST ALL LOOK THE SAME'

I only take away, things that don't belong

If its even it's ok, but if it's odd then it's wrong

Your shoes must stay together, pointing at the door

I've lost count the amount of times, that I pick toys up off the floor

I know I've got a problem and I think it's getting worse

If your money's uneven, I'd put my own in your purse

I carry cans of soup with me, it's my one saving grace

Because if there's a gap in your cupboard I can put mine in its place

So if you wake up tomorrow and your house is cleaner than before

You've been robbed by the OCD burglar, who wipes his feet at the door.

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