| Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
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| Stingy thingy into little me, me, me But just «ripple"said the cripple
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| As my jaw dropped to the ground
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| Smile smile
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| It’s true I always wanted love to be Hurtful
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| And it’s true I always wanted love to be Filled with pain
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| And bruises
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| Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
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| Screamed «I just compeletely love you!
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| And there’s no rhyme or reason
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| I’m changing like the seasons
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| Watch! |
| I’ll even cut off my finger
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| It will grow back like a Starfish!
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| It will grow back like a Starfish!
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| It will grow back like a Starfish!»
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| Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
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| And he checking time did punch me And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
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| Happy bleedy, happy bruisy
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| I am very happy
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| So please hit me I am very happy
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| So please hurt me I am very happy
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| So please hit me I am very very happy
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| So come on hurt me
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| I’ll grow back like a Starfish
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| Like a Starfish… |