| My friend has my favorite teeth, they bend backwards when she breathes
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| And it whistles
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| Sweetness is all sweetness was
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| Bees are black eyed birds that buzz
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| My love has my favorite ears, they lean forward when she hears
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| Well evil is all evil was
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| Bees are blue eyed knees that buzz
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| And I said, oh, Michigan, Michigan state
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| How I’d love to live in you
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| I’ve never been to Michigan state, still I want to live in you
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| Oh you can’t speak without your tongue
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| Don’t try to drown without your lungs
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| Well my snail has my favorite slow, shell helps the snail still the skin lays
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| low
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| And if my snail has my favorite slow, then my cold has my favorite snow
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| But if my snail’s cold and comes to a halt, then my sea has my favorite salt
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| The salt keeps the sea from feeling sweet, and my toes have my favorite feet
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| And if I sweat salt and the Earth sweats heat
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| Oh Michigan, Michigan state
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| How I’d loved to live in you
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| I’ve never been to Michigan state, still I’d love to live in you
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| Michigan st-st-st-st-ate |