In cockroach heaven many reside;
Someone clicks on the lights, and millions hide.
The most beautiful cockroach lives in a shoe;
She is the princess, and waits for her special who.
She pines, night after night, hoping love will come her way;
But every time she peeks her head out, light turns her scared and afraid.
Even the smallest flea, and amoeba abound...
plays the blues till their special who comes around.
Either you run from the light, like a roach in a shoe,
Or you run through the night, knowing there's someone for you.
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