When it rains and potholes turn to puddles
we walk around them though we might often wonder why
I once decided to be different asking myself why not
So I jumped from plash to plash, and my socks got wet.
I looked up in to the star filled night
and wondered why the sky sparkled like glitter
then tried to imagine only an empty void, why not
I tried to fill my thoughts of nothing at all, I couldn't.
When I prayed for faith and gave my blessings to God
I asked myself why I pray to someone I can't even see
surely I can think of a power I can see, I mean why not
so I took my soul to the bank where they could keep it safe.
The teller told me they couldn't deposit what they can't count
why should I keep what I can't give my higher power, the bank.
I'll sell my soul to the devil for money they can count, why not
my statements came each month and soon I was rich.
My friends came and ask me to repent to God.
I said, "why he never gave me interest like this."
I died last night and at heavens gate I wrote a check, why not
a voice said, "but you can't enter heaven you have no soul"
"Why I have money in the bank?"
the voice answered,"your socks are wet, you think of nothing,
you sold your soul to the devil, we don't take checks
and you can't buy your way into heaven
sorry , that's why not."
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It's cute. Never been called Duckie before, hehehe. 