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CAN'T PICK ON ME

CAN'T PICK ON ME

Oh, oh poor me, I am so abused.
This is terrible, I feel so used.
Can't figure out why some people pick on me.
All my friends have moved on, that I see.
In my younger years had lots of friends
Trying to recall when it all ended.
After I retired people started dropping off
Most of them moved on to playing golf.
Not my game, but I am the same old me.
Wait a minute, I think I got it know I see.
I better start to change my ways.
First buy a wig, so I have a full head of hair.
Grow a beard, then no need to stare.
Need anti-wrinkle cream to sink in
Nothing worse than drooping skin
With my fat belly, my clothes won't fit.
Plus, with my extra fat I'm growing tits.
I will go to the gym every day.
That will make me like new in every way.
Ok got it, but first my afternoon nap.
Then my favorite tv show, with my x words on my lap.
Now I figured it out, now I can see.
CAN'T PICK ON ME


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