| I’m clean and neat, I’m ready to eat
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| I’m like a pure white cotton sheet, hanging out, to dry
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| I’m sour, sweet, high heeled feet
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| Going to push it on and ready for a treat, oh my
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| Worth a try
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| Could be time to pay, you’ve wasted the day away
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| And I’m too lazy, won’t you delay
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| Work no pay, maybe you’re right without you’re lie
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| I’m going away
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| Yet you’re gone all nice, put your best foot forward
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| But how long it’s been there, it feels like it ain’t going away
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| For the longest day
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| You’re game it’s lame, your rules are getting tame
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| You’re put on another reel, the outcome is the same once again
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| Let’s pretend
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| And days, days don’t mean a thing
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| And when you ditch it in a diary, if a diary for a brain, but this day
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| You’re slipping away
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| Could be time to pay, you’ve wasted the day away
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| And I’m too lazy, won’t you delay
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| Work no pay, maybe you’re right without you’re lie
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| I’m going away
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| Yet you’re gone all nice, put your best foot forward
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| But how long it’s been there, it feels like it ain’t going away
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| For the longest day |