One Hundred Percent Good

you won't tell anyone you're lousy with secretspoke my eye out I'll lost me left side you canflip me over like a record or a turtle which everyou prefer one way I'll keep spinning the otherI'll die in the sun her sad crush to an ugly boylike me when you run I just walk fast you can bethe big shot just don't shoot yourself let me putthis away and I'll come complain with you Iremember them standing in the circle.