Being Around

If I was in the fridge, would you open the door? If I was the grass, would you mow your lawn? If I was your body, would you still wear clothes? If I was a booger, would you blow your nose? Would you keep it? Would you eat it? I'm just trying to give myself a reason, for being around. If I was the front porch swing would you let me hang? If I was the dance floor would you shake your thing? If I was a rubber check would you let me bounce? Up and down inside your bank account? Would you trust me, not to break you? I'm just trying really hard to make you, notice me being around. If I was a haircut would you wear a hat? If I was a maid, could I clean your flat? If I was the carpet would you wipe your feet? In time to save me from mud off the street? If you like me, if you love me, why don't you get down on your knees and scrub me? I'm a little grubby From being around