On my own, I find myself, again and again,

Not protesting, let me say, just observing, observing so,

So around me all types, like us all, all types, nothing special do I boast,

Just see, again and again, my little twist, why does it cause such a look?

My perspective, quirky as it is, unique we all are, but maybe more, maybe I’ve got an extra dose of quirk, extra large, largess amount, spilling over,

That’s me, on my own, spilling over, again and again, such is my life,

Such is my life.