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Created on: May 10, 2009
St. Peter I've been awfully good
When I get to the pearly gate
and get in line to hear my fate
I'll say "St Peter, I have been awfully good."
I didn't take the Lord's name in vain.
Or didn't cheat or steal for worldly gain
"St. Peter, I have been awfully good."
I never got a ticket for unsafe speed.
And never took dope or smoked the weed.
"St. Peter, I have been awfully good.
I spent my life scratching fleas
next time could i be a human please!?"
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