| Bitten by the bed bug, she slipped in the slime
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| Said I remember, everything was fine
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| Had the boys wrapped around your fingers back in your prime
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| You used to play the violin thinking everything divine
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| How long must you play
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| With your pins and needles
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| The wrong prick will take you away
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| Like it or now
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| This old maid lives in wonderland
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| This old maid seems to sink even deeper in her own quicksand
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| Always digging for gold in all the wrong places
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| A brown nose and a dirty smile, you better wash it off your face
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| Junk is your religion, it’s the only thing that makes you pray
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| You used to look like Marilyn now you look through a window pane
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| How long must you play
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| With your pins and needles
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| The wrong prick will take you away
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| Believe it or not
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| This old maid lives in wonderland
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| This old maid seems to sink even deeper in her own quicksand
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| This old maid lives in wonderland
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| This old maid dances with the leeches, they walk hand in hand
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| You stumble down the road that appears, that’s perfectly clear
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| Sit back and watch your world slowly crumble and disappear |