I try and try and always die
on the alter of trying to please
I do what's right, try to be proper
say 'excuse me' when I sneeze
I wash my car,
don't go to the bar
I brush my teeth
and crawl on my knees
No matter what
it's always wrong
No woman content with these
So I've decided
after being blighted
no other can I please
But he who looks
into the mirror
Now HE
is the Bee's Knees!
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