NOT A BAD PERSON

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I'm not a bad person I swear
I'm just a selfish person
my rides through life ends in winterbottom
But I know to hold my summer tight
It's not true
It's not false
A yes is a nay
A no, maybe a yes
I'm a fiery eyed tigress
Bloodthirsty and cranky
But I'm not a bad person I swear
I'm what we all should be
Fiery, bold, proud and selfish.

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