You got a problem you just can't hide
Compulsive habits that never seem to die
Your breath is stanking up all the air
Your teeth are rotting two black holes in your head
Chorus:
Well reality is due
What you say just can't be true
Well your story's just a toe far fetched
And you're lacking an excuse
You lied
Your mom allowed you just one white lie
But now she's thinking she left you with a problem
Pinocchio has bit your tongue
Your nose is growing into the third dimension
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