You fill up my senses
Especially my nose
To you I'm allergic
And my sinus, it flows.
You fill up my senses
Of that you are proud
I like to wear earmuffs
Because you're so loud.
You fill up my senses
Be proud of that
I cannot see past you
Because you're so fat.
You fill up my senses
On the hospital I have a lease
For whenever I touch you
I slide off the grease.
You fill up my senses
You put nothing to waste
Because you won't shower
Your odour I taste.
You fill up my senses
I overload
Come and embrace me
So I can explode.
Sorry, John.
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