| Take your tiny feet out of your mother’s shoes
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| Or there is going to be a terrible scene
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| It’s not just the lipstick drawn on crooked
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| When they find how wicked we are
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| How wicked we have been
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| How i’ve been tempted
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| How you tripped at every step
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| You tripped at every step, you tripped at every step
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| How you tripped at every step
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| There’s a merry tune that starts in «i»
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| And ends in «you,» like many famous pop songs do
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| You would sing along with little tell-tale staggers
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| While balancing on daggers
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| Though they were killing you
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| You looked so deadly
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| And i would try to catch you
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| Anytime you call
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| Only you drank that potion
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| And went out of control
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| There’s nothing to stop you
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| So how can you fall?
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| Let me take your hand
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| Put down that frying pan
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| Darkness would become me underneath the table
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| As the fury raged around the house
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| Your despairing tread was angry and unstable
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| You never suspected
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| Just as that cartoon mouse
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| Went undetected
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| So you tripped at every step
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| In another world of gin and cigarettes
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| Those cocktail cabinets put mud in your eye
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| Maybe that is why you find it hard to see me
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| And if you don’t believe me
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| Before you start to cry
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| «Don't ever leave me»
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| As you start to lose your grip
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| (Once you start losing your grip)
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| You will stumble as you slip
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| (And you will stumble and slip)
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| As you tripped at every step
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| You tripped at every step, you tripped at every step
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| As you tripped at every step |