Picking My Nose

I must confess to a big crime It's a bit of a bad habit of mine It's a guilty pleasure to dig for treasure Your disgust is quite difficult to measure

You've got me picking my nose You must think I'm so low Can you pretend you didn't see it at all?

I've been caught out green-fingered Up my nostrils I lingered My mama brought me up well-mannered for life You must feel sick from this horrible sight

You've got me picking my nose You must think I'm so low Can you pretend you didn't see it at all? Can you pretend you didn't see it at all?

You've got me picking my nose You must think I'm so low Can you pretend you didn't see it at all? Can you pretend you didn't see it at all? Can you pretend you didn't see it at all?

Picking my nose