Honey, I'm with the Flinch Mob.

I'll clean up your inkspot.

I love just the red dot.

Pencil through my hand.

You always go to work sick.

I think you had a wood tick.

The virus will not hurt you.

Pencil through my hand.

Looking for the right coat,

laughing like a mountain goat,

spending all my time with a

Pencil through my hand