If my lips ever left my mouth
Packed a bag and headed south
That’d be too bad
I’d be so sad
That’d be too bad
If my lips said adios
I don’t like you I think your gross
That’d be too bad
I might get mad
That’d be too bad
If my lips moved to Duluth
Left a mess and took my tooth
That’d be too bad
I’d call my dad
That’d be too bad
That’d be too bad
It’d be so sad
I might get mad
I’d call my dad
That’d be too bad
That’d be too bad
Bbbbbb…..
It’s a lip
It’s a lip
It’s a lip lip lip
It’s a lip
It’s a lip
It’s a lip lip lip
Liiiips
Lip
Lip
Lip
When I was just two years old
I left my lips out in the cold
And they turned blue
What could I do
Oh they turned blue
On the day I got my tooth
I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth
She had a beard
And it felt weird
She had a beard
Ten days after I turned eight
Got my lips stuck in a gate
My friends all laughed
And I just
Stood there until the fire department came and broke the lock with a crowbar and I Had to spend the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar Who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn’t even talk to each other until the fifth week cuz both of our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking he just spoke polish and I only knew like three words in polish but now I know four because Oscar taught me the polish word for lip usta.
They turned blue
What could I do
She had a beard
And it felt weird
My friends all laughed….usta!
I love my lips!
Bbbb….
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Lyrics submitted by Abby.