| Some folks want to be big wheels,
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| And stand up ten foot tall
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| But you get wheels that don’t have no spokes,
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| Don’t really stand up at all
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| Each one leanin' on the other,
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| Dependin' in every way
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| Needin' each other,
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| And bleedin' each other,
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| And doin' it for the pay
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| Ain’t that cute, baby?
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| Ain’t that cute?
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| Witness chaos all around you,
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| Violence on TV.
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| You want the news, then check your daily newspaper,
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| All about you and me Each one steppin' on the other,
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| Walk all over me,
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| Stonin' each other,
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| And phonin' each other,
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| And bringin' their horse to te-ee-ee-ea
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| Ain’t that cute, baby?
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| Now ain’t that cute?
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| Ain’t it cute the way they smile at me,
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| With their foot inside my door?
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| Ain’t it sweet the way they know me so well,
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| That they sleep around my floor?
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| Some folks scrapin' on the bottom,
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| Think they’re at the top.
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| While them up there don’t feel hardly nowhere,
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| Don’t get time to stop.
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| Each one swarmin' on the other,
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| Tryin' to find their legs,
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| Doin' it all night,
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| Gettin' their chops rights,
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| And pullin' out all their tricks.
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| Ain’t that cute, baby?
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| Ain’t that cute?
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| Ain’t that cute baby?
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| Ain’t that cute?
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| Ain’t that cute, baby?
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| Ain’t that cute?
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| Ain’t that cute baby?
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| Ain’t that cute?
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| Ain’t that cute baby?
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| Ain’t that cute? |