| Loose DeSader, cut her a line
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| Make it something that she can define
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| Ansel sold her a kiss for a dime
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| Sky keeled over a mother of five
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| Mother of five, mother of five
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| Hair in a rare beehive, yeah
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| Loose controller, so laugh it away
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| The weekend’s over with nothing to say
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| You’ll feel better if Emily sings
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| She always does when she plays on her swings
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| Plays on her swings, plays on her swings
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| Let’s all pretend we have wings, yeah
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| Loose blue jumper, roses and chives
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| We’re through kissing, so open your eyes
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| There’s no leaving till you finish your plate
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| You’ll go blind if you’re watching your weight
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| Watching your weight, so full of hate
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| Maybe it’s something you ate, yeah |