My toes talk to me.
They tell me things.
Secret things.
And when I go to sleep at night.
They are awake.
Watching me,
Waiting.
I don't know what they want.
They going to do something.
They must be rid of before it's too late.
My toes.
They tell me not to do it.
But I like to.
I want to.
Hm...
My toes gona make me fat
They tell me things.
Secret things.
And when I go to sleep at night.
They are awake.
Watching me,
Waiting.
I don't know what they want.
They going to do something.
They must be rid of before it's too late.
My toes.
They tell me not to do it.
But I like to.
I want to.
Hm...
My toes gona make me fat
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