Slithering, leaving a trail behind me
Looking for something, something green
to eatThere is a nice leaf
My two eyes protruding like a gastropod
Maybe I’m kind of odd
You build your fences to keep me out
But here I come, here I come againInto your garden (or is it your heart again)
Because this is where I feel I belong
Lettuce calling to me
You’ve got salt and you’re chasing
after, chasing after meI can’t move fast, but you wouldn’t know what would last
If anyone told you, even a tattoo on your face
Why do you try to destroy, destroy
what you don’t know
Do you really, really not knowKnow my purpose in your life
Maybe someday you’ll realize it
Maybe tonight
Now the day is through and I’m on my
way back home
Where do slug spend the night any,
anywayTomorrow brings, brings us another, another day
To be who we are
For you to find out what it is you truly need
You may believe that I’m beneath your feet
A pest you want to leave
Maybe this “pest” is the one you truly, truly need
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