| Oh twisted me I came to eat at the hall where we danced to some duds
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| My crowd of pals observed my fingers and prayed for the lunch I had hung
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| And cheers rolled out and I thought early of tunas in tennisons tubs
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| That should turn into something
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| You should turn into something
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| Oh blissful bleed I came out peaking and leaked out like a wet clown
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| My tears rolled down and arms went round at night I gapped at her gowns
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| So often green but she held me my curtains were covered in hounds
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| She said
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| Oh my sweet goodness wish you could be here every time
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| But don’t miss me goodness because I rub away every time
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| Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time
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| Then gone is the goodness wish I could stay here every time
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| A mistful meet with teachers speaking there muffled by buzzes and hums
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| So headphone tones do float me home my chair was begging to come
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| And I’m not bummed some works not fun then we crawl in the carpet like bugs
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| But you’ll turn into something
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| You should turn into something
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| Unrestful eve I sipped on leaks and sat in the room had a grudge
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| The jumping dust made catfish bust from corners now dripping with mud
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| And she knocked twice and we got silly and no one knew what would come
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| She said
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| Oh my sweet goodness wish you could be here every time
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| But don’t miss me goodness because I rub away every time
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| Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time
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| Then gone is the goodness wish I could stay here every time
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| But you’ll turn into something
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| You should turn into something |