Obsequious Lyrics

Speck of dust in my eye, don't go and make me cry. When you float in and out of my eyeball sack, to your dust bowl families I wish that you'd go back. Piece of wood in my hand won't let me do handstands. Once you were a proud part of a giant redwood tree, and you ran so far from home just to be a part of me. Oh, you're so obsequious. Microorganisms are funny when they're living in my tummy. Every thingy in the world wants to do everything I do. If they had minds of their own, they could be some great attorneys. Speck of dust, piece of wood and a microorganism.

Oh, you're still obsequious. Don't attach yourself to me.

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