It'd Be Stupid For Me To Sit

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Don't Let Them Tell You Ain't Beautiful

Of Course You Don't Want Your Kids Swearing. But Remember How Fun It Was To Cuss When You Were In The First Grade?

I've Been Running A Lot, Taking Care Of Myself.

As For Being Aids Infested, I Don't Know Yet, I'm Too Scared To Get Tested.