Dotting i's and crossing t's
I love to play close to my chest
And skate on thin ice to my best
They get to me only when I dot i's
And cross t's, I do not why it is
Let the river flow in milk
Yet the dog can only lick
Why God has created me bright
With ideas that is always right
With others whom I bother not
Whatever knowledge I got
Is with me that will be there
If one doesn't like don't bare.
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