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 caught me picking my nose You must think I’m so low Can’t 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, polite You must feel sick from this horrible sight You’ve caught me picking my nose You must think I’m so low Can’t you pretend you didn’t see it at all