Missus Mystery


Growing up, my father used to say,
Son, find something your good at
before the talent goes away.

Truth to be a fact,
it's the stamp to the letter

That little something your good at,
someone else can do it better.

It's the person that'll crush you
with a face oh so mean,

and all it has to do,
is perform a daily routine.

Whether guy or girl,
It'll spilt your heart into three

one for it,
and two for me.

For I have already been turned into history
because I have already met missus mystery.

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