Old Bad Days
Take me back to the time
When life was so rough
I run a jungle so tough
There was no night without a cough
And my sleep was not enough
I used to hide at the playcourt
Daddy was working at Bayport
But my dresses were low cost
I faced challenges of all sort
Aimless was my daily thought
And there was none to consult
So my weapons remains my catapult
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