| There is a white breast
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| Waiting for you here…
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| Between the superheroes — and the electric blanket is warm
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| I could be sweet
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| I could be young, and fresh
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| If I weren’t so old and used
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| And wet and wet, I am wet
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| I try not to ruin the moment
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| Tell me all your secrets and your torments
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| You’re delicious, you’re delicious…
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| Send me on a quest for lullabies — and more
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| What would it take for you to see
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| What I have got?
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| I’ve got more than you know
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| Open your eyes, I cannot be — what I am not
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| I’m not what I used to be, I’m not what
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| I’m not what I used to be, and I
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| I don’t know myself — from anybody else
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| I’m not what I used to be, I’m not what
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| I’m not what I used to be, and I
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| You don’t know what you have done
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| My frame is here but the mind is gone — gone away
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| So stay awhile longer sweet tongue of fur and feather
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| Don’t cut the white breast
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| I’ve been waiting for you here
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| I’m not who I used to be
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| Bigger and better and faster and wetter
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| And bigger and better and faster and better |