Scabs |
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I got a graze upon my knee |
It hurts and it's bloody |
My mum cleans away the dirt |
Then puts a plaster on me |
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Scabs they form after a while |
Love them so, they make me smile |
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Scabs |
Scabs |
Love my scabs |
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My owwey's healing pretty quick |
It's begging for me to pick |
Lift it slowly from the flesh |
Take it, sniff it then lick |
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Scabs are crusty, scabs are neat |
Take them off and start to eat |
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Scabs |
Scabs |
Love my scabs |
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Scabs |
Scabs |
Love my scabs |
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