| This is the man that I plan to entangle
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| Isn’t he fine?
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| My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle
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| Vengeance was mine
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| But I’m out of the biz
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| The name I made I’ll trade for his
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| The only trouble is…
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| I’ll never tell
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| She is the one she’s such wonderful fun
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| Such passion and grace
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| Warm in the night when I’m right
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| In her tight--
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| embrace,
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| Tight embrace
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| I’ll never let her go The love we’ve known can only grow
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| There’s just one thing that--
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| No.
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| I’ll never tell
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| Both: 'cause there’s
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| Nothing to tell
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| He snores
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| She wheezes
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| Say «housework,"and he freezes
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| She eats these Skeezy cheeses
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| That I can’t describe
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| I talk,
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| He breezes
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| She doesn’t know
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| What please is His penis got diseases
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| From a chumash tribe
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| The vibe gets kind of scary
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| Like she thinks I’m ordinary
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| Like it’s all just temporary
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| Like her toes are kind of hairy
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| But it’s all very well
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| 'Cause, god knows,
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| I’ll never tell
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| When things get rough
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| He just hides behind his Buffy
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| Now look, he’s getting huffy
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| 'Cause he knows that I know
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| She clings,
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| She’s needy
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| She’s also really greedy
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| She never--
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| His eyes are beady
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| This is my verse,
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| Hello? |
| She--
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| Look at me!
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| I’m dancin’crazy!
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| You know
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| You’re quite the charmer
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| My knight in armour
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| You’re the cutest of the scoobies
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| With your lips as red as rubies
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| And your firm yet supple--
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| Tight embrace
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| He’s swell
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| She’s sweller
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| He’ll always be my feller
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| That’s why I’ll never
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| Tell her that I’m petrified
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| I’ve read this tale
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| There’s wedding
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| Then betrayal
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| I know there’ll come the day
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| I’ll want to run and hide
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| I lied
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| I said it’s easy
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| I’ve tried
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| But there’s these fears I can’t quell
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| Is she looking for a pot of gold?
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| Will I look good when I’ve gotten old?
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| Will our lives become too stressful
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| If I’m never that successful?
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| When I get so worn and wrinkly
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| That I look like David Brinkley
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| Am I crazy?
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| Am I dreamin'?
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| Am I marrying
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| A demon?
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| We could
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| Really raise the beam
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| In makin’marriage a hell
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| So, thank god,
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| I’ll never tell
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| I swear
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| That I’ll never tell
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| My lips
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| Are sealed
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| I take the fifth
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| Nothing to see,
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| Move it along
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| I’ll never
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| Tell |