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A grumpy life for me.


We all know the story of the 7 dwarves. There's me, grumpy and then those other dorks. Since we're were younger We have been stuck together By our crazy insane mother Thinking we're birds of a feather. But that my dears Is far from the truth. Most people think were loving But I would knock you right in the tooth. My brothers think they're funny I don't think that's true I guess that's why they call me grumpy That's just not my view. So now this lady has joined us Her name is Snow. Isn't that a weird name? The others don't seem to know. I find her kind of annoying She just shows up expecting shelter But how are we supposed to know Maybe she was a part of helter skelter. To me that's kind of crazy We just let her in to our house? The rest of the brothers are lazy They refuse to just kick her out. She might even be a killer? We don't know much about her She's from a far away villar But my brothers just won't listen They say she works so hard But she doesn't sweat enough to glisten. I'm thinking about moving out on my own To get away from those miscreants I'll call some friends on the phone I just can't deal with any recreants. My life is quite the struggle I just can't move on it seems Maybe in the future ill follow my dreams. But friends please heed this warning; One day you'll go to bed, And wake up the next morning To a crazy lady patting you on the head.
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