Watch me heap up what I?ve sown
I?m made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself
Uniquely designed but we can?t help ourselves
So ? Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won?t design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I?ve found myself can you find you
So ? Why I?ve made the face that bugs you
I won?t design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I?ve found myself can you find you
So ? Why, did I make the face
And I won?t design
I made the face
I won?t design
<i>[Thanks to toolspud@adelphia.net for these lyrics]
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