| She’s so misguided
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| It’s all so one-sided
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| That dimwitted girl dares tangle with me
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| She’s prissy, she’s clueless, and I want her shoeless
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| I’ll show how her fiendishly mean I can be
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| I want those shoes to establish just who’s number one
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| From the east to the west
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| Then I’ll be complete
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| With the world at my feet
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| And red always suited me best
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| I know
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| I hold sway
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| Over all I survey
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| But I now need a much bigger deal
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| The shoes are the key
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| To the making of me
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| So find her!
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| And bring her to heel
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| When I get that footwear
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| From her and it’s put where
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| It could have been, should of been
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| Right from the start
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| My power will grow
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| It will blossom and flow
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| Through the world, through the years
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| And straight to my heart
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| We all like to dance
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| So now here’s your chance
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| You’ll dance till your very last gasp
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| Gyrate, pirouette
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| You’ll swelter and sweat
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| And stumble right into my grasp…
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| You’ll find you can’t stop
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| As you dance till drop
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| And stumble right into my grasp
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| Enjoy your dance my pretties…
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| And now. |
| You. |
| My monkeys. |
| My darlings. |
| Yes
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| It is time, at long last, for you to do your work
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| Off you go and mop up the mess- I want that little girl and her mangy little dog
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| But most of all… I want my slippers
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| Now go!
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| Fly!
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| Fly!
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| Fly! |