I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and I know everything you hate in me Fill me up with over-pious
badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the
young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead now aware that I'm alive
and way ahead Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things And I'm so happy I see you
looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll nver go anywhere The things that I've done and teh things that
I've seen, I dont really expect you to care