Oh! the tiny little things,
which makes me fling;
I thought it was impulse,
but the mystery was hormones;

Oh! the tiny little hormones,
which makes me intense;
I thought it was my persistence,
but it was your existence;

Oh! the tiny little hormones,
my life was such a misery;
I thought it was god's will,
but it was your dealing;

Oh! the tiny little hormones,
my face had pimples, without dimples;
They are my nemesis for life,
but you are the genesis;

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