I used to be mean to all the people i loved
Man i was mean so totaly obscene
People said i reminded them of a Devil on the end of their bed
But i have to admit i'm feeling better
Feeling better all the time
I have to admit to feeling better
All the time-
I used to be mean to my dog
Beating him with a black crows feather
Till his skin became like a leather
And he hated all birds with black feathers
But i have to admit to feeling better
So much better now your mine
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