| Welcome
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| Enter my house and see my balcony
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| You’re bound to be astounded deeply
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| That there’s not another house in town as sweet
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| I bought my own land; |
| built it with my own hands
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| It’s like Chopin’s piano, man, it’s so grand
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| Whether you’re a lady or a hood rat
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| Good, bad
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| You won’t resist me after witnessing my mudcrab
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| I’ll run a bubble bath with enchanted suds
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| Have you pulling me off like a poorly fitted hubcap
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| I need the green to build my dream house
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| So I can grow my peas and beans and other greens in the greenhouse
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| Give me the keys, I’m keeping bees in the garden
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| Beat a skeever up, then bust a free with my bard
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| And I’m flossing in the trophy room
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| So don’t go too soon
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| I still need to show you my minestrone soup
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| I baked some space cakes laced straight with Moon Sugar
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| Got a house, wife and two kids, but I’m no do-gooder
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| MTV Cribs; |
| I’m still the Dragonborn
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| But now it’s my cow that has the badass horns
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| It’s getting late — I hope you understand
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| Look, Corrie’s coming on in five
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| So get off my land
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| Milk drinker |