| You pay me to exaggerate, I think I’ve done enough
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| Of turning bummers into heartaches and crushes into love
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| Sometimes our lives are mild, our stories: just okay
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| I’ll set your expectations in the middle when I say: «Hell yep»
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| A hell yep
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| And knock me down a peg
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| When I wanna be a big shot
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| I’m just a toddler
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| With a slingshot
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| For example:
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| I got cornered by a salesman at a farmers market booth
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| Selling cheap ceramic bowls mant for dogs to eat their food
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| I haggle lik a master, I showed them how I do
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| I didn’t want one, but I got a deal for two
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| Hell yep
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| I don’t have a regret
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| Or a dog
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| Knock me down a peg
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| When I wanna be a big shot
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| I’m just a toddler with a slingshot
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| Don’t have the strength
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| Don’t have the aim
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| I’m building up my motor skills and everything’s a game
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| You say I’m harmless (you're probably right)
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| But nothing is more trouble than a toddler going quiet
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| Keep an eye on me, keep your eye, keep your eye on me
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| … and knock me down a peg when I wanna be a big shot
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| I’m just a toddler with a slingshot
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| I asked for half your candy bar
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| You raised it in the air
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| And split it down the middle
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| Made a perfect little pair
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| You smiled like a sweetheart
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| My hand extended out
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| You winked at me and popped
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| Both of the pieces in your mouth
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| Hell nope
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| That one’s a hell nope… no mercy with a Hershey ‘fore she
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| Knocked me down a peg
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| When I wanna be a big shot
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| I’m just a toddler with a slingshot
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| Don’t have the strength
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| Don’t have the aim
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| I’m building my-my-motor skills
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| And everything’s a game
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| You say I’m harmless (so did Goliath)
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| But nothing is more trouble
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| Than a toddler going quiet
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| Keep an eye on me
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| Keep your eye, keep your eye
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| And watch me well
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| Or I’ll raise a little hell
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| … a hell yep
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| They asked me for a catch phrase
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| I didn’t miss a step
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| If their story’s kind of boring
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| You can tell 'em: «Hell Yep,» Hell Yep!
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| Knock me down a peg
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| When I wanna be a big shot
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| And I will kick it up the next notch
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| And if I work, put in the labor
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| Blood, sweat, call in every favor
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| Eat my veggies, say my prayers
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| Push myself to be a danger…
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| … I’ll be a preteen with a Taser |