What makes me tick

Hey this is Jenny to the G

Telling you all what's really wrong with me

There's this one little thing that really makes me tick

Everytime I see or hear it, it makes me really sick

 

It's when you're trying to enjoy a nice meal

And you friend chews with their mouth open, man what's the deal

The smack smack of their food ain't music to my ears

Just the sound of it brings me to major tears

To me it's worse than nails on a chalkboard

I'm grateful my friends know how to eat, thanks to the lord

 

I remember once back in middle school

During lunch i sat next to the biggest fool

Who chewed with her mouth open, dropping her food

Crumbs landed on me, man that wasn't cool

You could say since then I was scarred for life

Don't chew like a monster, please do it like a mice. 

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