| The geek with no beak
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| He’s so weak he cannot speak
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| Vestigial wings and dwarven legs
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| A semper fi cranium that’s got automatic eggs
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| His gaping maw is geared to spew
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| He just might be a she so Birdette will do
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| Go eat your eggs
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| Force fed, force fed
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| Go eat your eggs
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| Out of his mouth
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| Straight at your head
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| With purple pants, they start to tear
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| I reach out with all my might
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| To poke out an eye
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| I poke out an eye
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| My seven year old smile vanishing
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| Eggs, why eggs?
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| It’s breaking my heart
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| It’s hurting my nose
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| It’s turning my skin green
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| Why’d you have to be so mean?
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| In my dreams I despise you
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| More than you’ll ever know
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| Even when I speak your name
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| It makes me fucking choke
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| Birdo
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| Throw it back |