| i did no ask for alot this year,
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| every single day looking for an answer to thw words you say,
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| never got to meet the president,
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| never got to shake his squwirly hand,
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| oh don’t you know the president is out for tea with tony blair?
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| he won’t be back for hours maybe homeboy…
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| i’d be so hppy if i got to meet george bush,
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| he’s like an angel when rebecca hears me calling,
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| i would dance on nbc and say «george bush shook hands with me»,
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| and then i’d go and choke on a cock…
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| and gwenovier would find me leaving home,
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| and johnny depp would call me on the phone,
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| and johnny depp would call me on the phone i know,
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| i’d be the greastest singer on the radio…
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| leaning on the raging river flats,
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| sliding on a single blade of grass,
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| oh don’t you know the ada is pushing tea with johnny day,
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| they won’t be smashing flowers maybe no more,
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| i’d be so happy if i bet it all on you,
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| and never answer when rebecca asked me questions,
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| i’d lay down to some degree,
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| and say «john sterr locked lips with me»,
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| and then i go and choke,
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| and then i go and choke,
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| and then i go and choke on a cock… |