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My Mold Collection
Lyrics
Won't you come to my place
And see my collection of mold
It hangs off the ceiling
Covers half the floor
No mold's too old
In the fringe, you can feast your eyes
Upon many a fuzzy fiend
I guess I'm best left alone
Just my collection & me
No mold's too old
I scrape my armpits
Each & every day
Adding nicely to the blue decay
Writer(s): BRENT JONATHON BELKE, MARC STEVEN BELKE, KEN STEVEN CHINN, ROBERT ARTHUR JOHNSON, DAVID ANTHONY REES
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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