| When I was a young boy
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| I had a lot of young boys
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| And we taught each other dearly how to love
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| Oh dearly how to love
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| Now that I’m an old hag
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| All I got’s are things that sag
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| But it really ain’t so bad
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| No it really ain’t so bad
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| Look at the neighbors with their long blonde hair
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| Makin' their money at the Renaissance fair
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| They live under your dress in a massengilic mess
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| Singin' klang bang wang
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| I swear
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| The neighbors will hear you
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| The neighbors will hear you
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| The neighbors will hear you
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| The neighbors will hear you
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| A glass eye tends to the garden in your breast singin'
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| Mama you’re a dog too dull to bite
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| My love’s central sun
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| Hides her bells in emptiness
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| I hung the hangman
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| And I ain’t afraid to fight
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| But he’s gonna get me
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| He’s gonna get me
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| He won’t forget me
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| He’s gonna get me
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| Well steal my face I do declare
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| This might be a start of a new affair
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| I’m gonna braid exotic birds in your hair
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| How can I tell
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| 'Cause I see wildfire everywhere
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| All my thoughts are hairs
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| On a wild wild boar
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| Runnin' slowly down the lilac slope
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| We’re tryin' not to scare
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| The sweet prairie hogs
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| As we descend on them like vultures through the fog
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| We’re vulpinous vultures
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| We’re elegant armchairs
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| We’re vulpinous vultures
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| Give heals time to wound as we lazily spoon
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| Bend me over bend me back my bow
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| And take a little sniff
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| And I’ll grant you every wish
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| Glue my belly to your gibbous rainbow
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| Chin Chin and Muck Muck |