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She's good at everything And everybody says she is. I'm good for nothing And you keep on telling me. I wish you'd sometimes say I'm good at something. It's not my fault I don't like Anything she's good at. Why do you keep on telling me What everybody says? Who is everybody anyway? It's all your fault.
By
John Mole
