Like I did when I was two,
And ride my bike
Like I do today,
Just without all those clothes on top,
Just gettin’ in the way of that breeze
As I coast down that hill—
The one with those cool green shaders on both sides
And those sweet, little cool spots.
I think if we all quit hidin’
And went nude,
There’d be some high fallutin’ folks
That we wouldn’t esteem quite as high,
And maybe there’d be a few others
That we look down on,
That we’d find a bit more interesting.
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