Couldn't Bear To Be Special

Bo, Bo Bee, Bo Bee, Bo
Bo, Bo Bee, Bo Bee, Bo

I couldn't bear to be special,
I couldn't bear, couldn't bear.
I couldn't bear, right?
(Bo Bee, Bo Bee, Bo)

So don't look at me and say, that I'm the very one,
Who makes the cornball things occur, the shiver of the fur.
Don't expect so much of me, I'm just an also-ran,
There's a mile between the way you see me and the way I am.
So don't stare at me that way, of course it gives me pride,
But I won't take on the risk, of letting down the sweet sweet side.

Did you mean to humble me?
So you did it un-sus-pect-ing-ly.
Oh words are trains, for moving past what
Really has no name.

Bo, Bo Bee, Bo Bee, Bo

I couldn't bear to be special,
I couldn't bear, couldn't bear. 

So don't look at me and say, that I'm the very one,
Who makes the cornball things occur,
the shiver of the fur, right?

Boo Boo, Bah Bah, Boo Boo, Bah Bah, Boo Boo, Bah bah


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