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Favorite Things

I'm thinking of my soul severity 
And I know everything you hate in me 
Fill me up with over-pious badgerate 
Throw them up; one of my favorite things


Too bad the things that make you mad 
Are my favorite things 
My favorite things


Remember all the lessons fed to me 
Me, the young sponge, so ready to agree 
Years have gone; recognize the walking dead 
Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead


Too bad the things that make you mad 
Are my favorite things 
Hell ya 
Wo ya 
I'm so happy


I see you looking 
I know that you're thinking 
That I'll never go anywhere 
The things that I've done 
And the things that I've seen 
I don't really expect you to care 
Go!


Too bad the things that make you mad 
Are my favorite things 
Hell ya 
Wo ya 
I'm so happy 
Too bad the things that make you mad 
Are my favorite 
Too bad the things that make you mad 
Are my favorite things.