| Scabs |
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| I got a graze upon my knee |
| It hurts and it's bloody |
| My mum cleans away the dirt |
| Then puts a plaster on me |
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| Scabs they form after a while |
| Love them so, they make me smile |
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| Scabs |
| Scabs |
| Love my scabs |
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| My owwey's healing pretty quick |
| It's begging for me to pick |
| Lift it slowly from the flesh |
| Take it, sniff it then lick |
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| Scabs are crusty, scabs are neat |
| Take them off and start to eat |
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| Scabs |
| Scabs |
| Love my scabs |
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| Scabs |
| Scabs |
| Love my scabs |
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