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Born in Australia

American raised

Forever a wild child

Life seemed so crazed

You look at me funny

And think me strange

I like how I've been

I'll not re-arrange

So take me now

As I am

Maybe we'll run off

On the lam

Now I'm learning

To be a chef

You may be right handed

I work with the left

I cook up a plate

You think "Oh Boy"

I look at you funny

and think "How Coy"