| I was found out in the rushes
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| Like a can of paint and old paintbrushes
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| Like a ribbon wrapped around an old latch key
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| Wicknor-Whatnot that’s what you call me
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| I was sleeping on your patio
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| Listening to your brand new radio
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| When you startled me awake
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| I’m a man — I insist you insist on a piece of cake
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh
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| Way out west
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| Stake that claim
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| And forget everybody else’s name
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| I can’t say
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| Knew you well
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| Lets pretend so we can begin again
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| You’ve got eyes like Oklahoma
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| Learned to swim in Lake Texoma
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| Chances are you plan to leave too soon
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| Oklahoma that’s what Ill call you!
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| When you’re left with nowhere else to go
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| Try and get me on my telephone
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| And you’ll find I threw it in a lake
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| You’re a man — You insist I insist on a piece of cake
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh
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| Uh oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh, Uh ooh-ah oh |