Skeleton in my Closet There's a skeleton in my closet
oh, what am I to do?
If you try to take a peek
he just may frighten you.
He's been there for a while
just sitting and collecting dust.
You should try to stay away
it really is a must.
That skeleton's bones are creaking
he sounds rather old
but he's not, he's still young
his bones are getting cold.
So creative in my ways
nothing much to hide,
when I see that skeleton
I stay on my own side.
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