| I have tightened those laced mices
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| Surround the homestead, ah, shed no rices
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| Ices ices ices ices
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| Who put ice in my boots?
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| Oh my
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| I stay shiny with satin laces
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| It will put a smile on that young man’s fancy faces
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| Faces faces faces faces
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| Who filled my boots with faces?
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| Oh my
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| No zipper for me!
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| Icy spicy fancy faces
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| Let me out, throw me up
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| Shine my boots and drink my sup
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| Icy spicy fancy faces
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| Let me out, throw me up
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| Shine my boots and drink my sup
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| Don’t believe I told you these boots I have will bite
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| I can take them on or off with no light
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| Tape tape tape tape
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| Who stuffed tape in my boots?
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| Was it you, Stevie? |
| (uh uh)
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| Oh my
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| Let me out and throw me up
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| Shine my boots, drink my sup
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| Untangle this lace
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| (with tape or rape) |