Too clean to sit in filth!
Clean
You must be mad
talking to me this way
You must be crazy
treating me this way
You must be out of your mind
wasting from my time
You must be mental
coming against me
You must have lost your mind
Who do you think I am
Some person that you can walk on?
Some person you can kick and wont respond?
What do you think I am?
Your playmate that you play house with?
Your toy you play around with?
Your thrown away food you didn’t want to eat?
Where do you think I come from?
off the streets?
If you must ask I do have quality
I am well esteemed
I am a child of God
I am clean
You must be mad
You must be crazy
You must be out of your mind
You must be mental
You must have lost your mind
Who do you think I am?
What do you think I am?
Where do you think I come from?
I am a child of God
I’m Clean!
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