| Mothers Of Invention
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| Absolutely Free
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| The Duke Of Prunes
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| A moon beam through the prune in June
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| Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
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| And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
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| The cheese I have for you, my dear
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| Is real and very new
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| A moon beam through the prune in June
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| Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
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| And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
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| The love I have for you, my dear
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| Is real and very new
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| Prune *(Pa-da-dah!)*
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| If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
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| And stands *(Oh no!)*
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| Taller, stronger than any tree *(or bush)*
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| And I know the love I have for you
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| Will grow, and grow, and grow, I think
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| And so my love I offer you
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| A love that is strong, A prune that is true |