Come dance with me in the library!
Shout with me near a surgeon!
If they slip, won't be our fault
Each owns his own response-sibility!
I've heard it said, not once not twice
The devils not to blame
Though it's his job to reck your life
You let him nonetheless
It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you!
Who started doesn't count
Your reactions are the only fault
Own up to what you've done.
But I was peacefully studying, when they shouted in my ear
I was peacefully talking when he kicked me in the rear
I was walking tightrope when they sent that blustery wind
Never got in trouble, now it's trouble I am in!
So place a banana peel on a stair
Or put a sharp tack in a chair
If they fall, won't be our fault
Each owns his own response-sibility!
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