Bad Side


I walk in the Road
I talk like I'm grown.
I wear Make-Up like a Clown
I never smile, just frown.

My bed time is Midnight
But I'm up until Daylight.

I'm always right, No need to say
That I'm the only one who runs this Parade.

I'm always in trouble
I'm mean, times double.

I'm never happy
But I don't have a sad life.

I guess you could say,
I live on the"Bad Side."

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