Oh Flea, oh Flea, why do you pick on me? You dive right in jump on my my skin, making me shout by sucking blood out. You leap on my couch, causing me to say 'ouch' you come back for more, when I've scratched till I'm sore. I can' t sleep at nights from scratching your bites. I see you hopping around, not making a sound a tiny wee beast looking for a feast. why don't you disappear and leave me free and clear. I've had enough of being a free lunch find someone else to have a munch. I tried to get rid of you using Doc Martins tool, it did'nt work, the man is a fool. So now I'm stuck with you dear Flea till I pay my council a massive fee. Oh Flea, oh Flea, Why did you have to pick on me?
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