When I have a big mood
I get a little ‘tude
And I sound a little rude
I don’t mean to sound rude
But when I have a big mood
It doesn’t fit in my nood-
le of a brain and protrudes
Through my words and exudes
My space until it’s been spewed
Across the place and once
It’s all been spewed
And there is no more mood
I’ll say sorry for being rude
And then my best dude
We can go grab some food
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