| It takes me many miles to make them out
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| And strawberry sits superbly with you
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| Come lick me love, I’m jelly in my shoes, ooh
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| And I would tread 'pon flowerbeds to stare and stop (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
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| A hominid t’was blossoming from soot and sod
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| Oh, prune (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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| Eating all my food
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| Well you’re like the bum
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| Who begged and pegged me up all wrong
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| I’ve got no two cents, no sense at all
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| Well you’re like the bum
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| Who begged and pegged me up all wrong
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| I’ve got no two cents, no sense at all
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| I like the way you decorate your neck
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| It takes me just a sec to break a sweat
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| And russet rims portray that of a goon (Ooh-ooh)
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| Come test me love like sipping from a spoon, ooh
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| And I would tread 'pon flowerbeds to stare and stop (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
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| A hominid t’was blossoming from soot and sod
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| Oh, prune (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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| Eating all my food
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| Well you’re like the bum
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| Who begged and pegged me up all wrong
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| I’ve got no two cents, no sense at all
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| Well you’re like the bum
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| Who begged and pegged me up all wrong
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| I’ve got no two cents, no sense at all
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| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
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| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
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| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
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| Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha
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| Prune |