One Two Three Four Five
One, two, three, four and five
Everything must be done in perfect sets
Did I turn off the light?
Check again, again, again, again
Wash your hands
Wash them wash them wash them wash them
Brush brush brush brush brush
All colours lined up in order by the rainbow
And by shade
Or matching the box
Everything must be perfect
If not, who knows what will happen?
I could upset someone
And make them hate me
Or hurt someone I love
Why can’t it all make sense?
Why can’t it be right?
Why can’t it be perfect?
Why can’t I be perfect?
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