| There she is sitting there
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| Out behind the smoke-house in her rocking chair
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| She don’t do nothin'
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| She don’t say nothin'
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| She don’t feel nothin'
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| She don’t know nothin'
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| Maybe she’s crazy, I don’t know
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| But maybe that’s why I love her so Her papa was a midget
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| Her mama was a whore
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| Her grandad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty-four
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| Man don’t you think I know she hates me Man don’t you think I know that she’s no good
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| If she knew how she’d be unfaithful to me
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| I think she’d kill me if she could
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| Maybe she’s crazy I don’t know
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| But maybe that’s why I love her so
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| I’m not afraid of the greywolf
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| Who stalks through our forest at dawn
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| As long as I have her beside me I have the strength to carry on Today we will be married
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| And all the freaks that she knows will be there
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| And all the people from the village will be there
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| To congratulate us I will carry her across the threshold
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| I will make dim the light
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| I will attempt to spend my love within her
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| But though I try with all my might
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| She will laugh at my mighty sword
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| She will laugh at my mighty sword
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| Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword?
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| Lord, hep me if you will
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| Maybe we’re both crazy, I don’t know
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| Maybe that’s why I love her so |