I have got a Onesie
I wear it all the time
It covers up my blemishes
It makes me feel sublime
If I were to take it off
Then my allure would fade
Thank heaven for my Onesie
It helps me make the grade.
Trouble is, I’ve got an itch
And it won’t go away
I’ll have to take my Onesie off
To combat the decay
I’ve other ailments deep inside
That need attending to
Perhaps I’ll leave my Onesie off
To let The Lord get through.
