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I dunno, Wherever I go, It seems to follow me. Oh, ya know, Wherever I go, It seems to shadow me. I think I stink, And, it's not the kinda odor, You'd adore. I think I stink, And, I dunno... If I can endure, Any more. So, run though I may, Or, run though I might, I gotta say, I'll lose the fight. Stinkin' up a stank, A ferocious rank, Where I go, it goes, ... always knows, Where I go, it goes, Assault of the nose. Whatever I did, Turned rancid, Can't be forgotten, I turned rotten, And, now I think I stink. A stench, That'll wrench, Ohhhh so foul, Resembling something, From a bowel, A fetor, That'll fester, Permeating everything, All the while. Then, I thunk, Sometimes a skunk, Can't smell his own whole? LOL Yup... I think I stink, And, it's time I fess up!