| Hey!
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| Who?
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| Doomtree
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
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| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
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| Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
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| Bitin' at the bit
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| Swing at every pitch
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| Coach put me in like
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
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| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
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| It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
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| Talk a little shit, roll thick
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| Whole clique
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| Let’s begin like
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| It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant
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| 'Cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence
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| But in a room of thugs and rap veterans
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| Why am I the only one
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| Who’s acting like a gentleman?
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| Good form bad taste
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| Pity what a waste
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| All that style, not a thing to say
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| Looks to me like
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| A little of your true school
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| Is at the shallow end of the typing pool
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| All cloak, no dagger
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| Just smoke and swagger
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| I hope that your battery’s charged
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| 'Cause I found this here ladder
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| Now your ceilings don’t matter
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| Check me out
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| Now I got glass floors
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
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| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
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| Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
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| Bitin' at the bit
|
| Swing at every pitch
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| Coach put me in like
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
|
| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
|
| It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
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| Talk a little shit, roll thick
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| Whole clique
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| Let’s begin like
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| They love me, they love me not
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| Pulling pedals off my bike
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| You gotta strike while the irony’s still hot
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| No telling what the kids might like
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| And I love this job, but ah, good god
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| Sometimes I hate this business
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| It’s all love backstage but then the boys get brave
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| Gotta say, I hope your mother doesn’t listen
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| Excuse me, where you going
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| Doomtree, Minnesota
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| Population’s growing all the time
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| And if you feel this
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| You know what the deal is
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| Grab a chisel tip and add one to the number on the sign like
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
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| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
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| Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
|
| Bitin' at the bit
|
| Swing at every pitch
|
| Coach put me in like
|
| Forget the bull in the china shop
|
| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
|
| It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
|
| Talk a little shit, roll thick
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| Whole clique
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| To the end like
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| Forget the bull in the china shop
|
| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
|
| Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
|
| Bitin' at the bit
|
| Swing at every pitch
|
| Coach put me in like
|
| Forget the bull in the china shop
|
| There’s a china doll in the bullpen
|
| It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
|
| Talk a little shit, roll thick
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| Whole clique
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| Let’s begin like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bullpen , by - Dessa. Song from the album Sound the Bells: Recorded Live at Orchestra Hall, in the genre Поп