You know the picture doesn't lie
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Young dad is lying on the couch
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She is wearing a rack-colored T-shirt
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Wears eyes in a tone of laminate
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And their son is conveniently beautiful
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He will never win the tour
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It's not like yours to drive a corkscrew
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Straight into the leather upholstery
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Where colors do not sting the eyes
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Long live the goddess IKEA
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You wonder if you will ever be able to
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In the two-color kingdom of pase
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When your husband doesn't like lipstick
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When your son doesn't fit by the fireplace
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Are there any chances that you will ever match the shades with them?
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When your husband doesn't like lipstick
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When you're a son, it doesn't fit by the fireplace
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You would give everything to yourself and your husband and baby so you could go into the catalog
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Buy, buy, buy, buy… couch
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In vain your husband knocks and rings
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There is a new lock on the door
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The son is locked in the bathroom
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The decision is difficult but right
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It was flying this morning
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In a large arch from the balcony
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Anything that is not blue or yellow
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The room is empty now
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And while lying naked and alone
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You have a great idea
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To throw yourself
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So that everything is in order
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When your husband doesn't like lipstick
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When your son doesn't fit by the fireplace
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Are there any chances that you will ever match the shades with them?
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When your husband doesn't like lipstick
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When you're a son, it doesn't fit by the fireplace
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You would give everything to yourself and your husband and baby so you could go into the catalog
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Where colors do not sting the eyes
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Long live the goddess IKEA
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You wonder if you will ever be able to
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In the two-color kingdom of pase
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Where colors do not sting the eyes
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Long live the goddess IKEA
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You wonder if you will ever be able to
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In the two-color kingdom of pase |