| You talk and talk when you’re supposed to eat
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| You bite your finger nails, when you know it makes me mad
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| And you burst out laughing when you should be sad
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| You shout at TV and the radio
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| You swear at drivers driving way too slow
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| You leave your coffee cups until they’re growing mould
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| And you rant and rave about reality shows
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| My be bop bunny bunny boy you send me right round the bend
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| You never put the pots and pans away
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| Don’t listen to a damn word that I say
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| You snore, you smoke, you smell
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| Oh lord, you’re going to hell but you do it anyway
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| My be bop bunny bunny boy you send me right round the bend
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| I love you though you’re always on ebay
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| It’s never ever dull, that’s one thing I can say
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| So I bite my tongue and swallow words away
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| Yeah, you drive me honey honey round the bend
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| My be bop bunny bunny boy you send me right round the bend
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| You drive me honey yeah
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| My be bop bunny yeah
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| You drive me honey yeah yeah
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| Send me the bend |