| Lying low now — yeah, for a year or two
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| And I mean it — untill the week is through
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| Just myself now — and the stains to be explained
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| Phone and cancel — stay in and be a saint
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| But, a whistle — and I’m like a dog again
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| Celebrating — yeah, it’s great to stay up late
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| One kick in the head
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| I was asking for it
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| Une frappe sur la tête
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| I’ve been begging for it
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| Yeah, a slap in the face
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| Yeah, famous last words
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| Pardon my french
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| Every nightmare turns out to be the same
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| Through the forest — I’m howling out my name
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| In my bedroom — the dogs won’t catch the fox
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| I’ve got business — a bit more than I thought
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| But, I ain’t talking — I don’t know what it’s about
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| I hold my hand out — yeah I’m such a naughty boy
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| One kick in the head
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| I was asking for it
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| Une frappe sur la tête
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| I’ve been begging for it
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| Yeah, a slap in the face
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| Yeah, famous last words
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| Pardon my french
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| Everybody — should know about my curse
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| But, I say talking, will only make it worse
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| Keep me quiet — whispers in my mouth
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| Come and watch me! |
| — Like cats around a mouse
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| I need a punchline — to bring the house down.
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| All my old ones — will make you cry n turn around
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| One kick in the head
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| I was asking for it
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| Une frappe sur la tête
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| I’ve been begging for it
|
| Yeah, a slap in the face
|
| Yeah, famous last words
|
| Pardon my french
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| One kick in the head
|
| I was asking for it
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| Une frappe sur la tête
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| I’ve been begging for it
|
| Yeah, a slap in the face
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| Yeah, from better to worse
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| Yeah, famous last words |