Happy Being Me
Well, I'm sort of shy
And I think towards the sky
Usually about pi
And sometimes in rhyme.
Sometimes the way my mind works
Even shocks me.
Sometimes I say dirty things
Even when I don't mean them to be.
But I'm completely, pefectly, and incandescently
Happy to be me.
All my quirks and idiosyncrasies, well, they're fine by me.
Don't you agree?
Yes, I'm quite happy being me.
I randomly break out into song
And when no one sings along
I just stare off awkwardly
Into outer space.
Marshmallows are my kryptonite.
I still sleep with a teddy bear at night
And I'm not ashamed.
'Cause I'm completely, pefectly, and incandescently
Happy to be me.
All my quirks and idiosyncrasies, well, they're fine by me.
Don't you agree?
Yes, I'm quite happy being me.
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