The Way That You Act

As a matter of fact
It's the way that you act
As a matter of well
It's customary
It was a real pie
I got it all in my eye
My friend Dusty, she told me
She wanted to hold me
I laughed to myself
It's all on a shelf
It burns and I smoke it
These words that I choke it
Finally he cried louder
I wanna be out (x8)