I never meant to hurt you,
beginning to itch.
Rick,
what more could you ask for my goodness?
Rick,
Rick?
Rick,
Rick?
Rick,
Rick?
Rick,
Rick?
Rick?
Rick?
Rick?
Rick?
Rick?
Rick?
Today you'll look out that I don't reach into my pocket,
and there you're going to walk.
Walk?
Once you leave,
I constantly urge you to shut up.
Then why is my knife so ugly?
Shut up, all of you.
Beginning to itch.
You just bring us the little folks that have it.
Rick, Rick?
We both knew I'd find you the same.
Rick, Rick?
