Ears.
We listen with our ears
And speak with our peers
What if our ears, produced tears?
And after all of these years
The only time I see them is in a mirror.
Kind of weird they're on the side of our head
And always cover one up when we lay in our bed
With ear-buds in, we never hear what they said
If we don't listen, would we be better off dead?
I love my ears, even if they're red.
Because without them, I'd never hear Michael Scott's, "That's what she said."
Ears.
We listen with our ears
And speak with our peers
What if our ears, produced tears?
And after all of these years
The only time I see them is in a mirror.
Kind of weird they're on the side of our head
And always cover one up when we lay in our bed
With ear-buds in, we never hear what they said
If we don't listen, would we be better off dead?
I love my ears, even if they're red.
Because without them, I'd never hear Michael Scott's, "That's what she said."
Ears.
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