| I’m sitting here all alone
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| You don’t know how I cry
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| Oh, it’s no fun to be alone, made of stone
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| You don’t know how to try
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| Jeannie with the light brown hair comes up the stair
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| Tells me what to wear, says it’s there
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| I know she’s a fool
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| Wish she could sing to you, maybe even bring to you
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| Some kind of ring or two for you
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| But that wouldn’t be cool
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| You’ve been a bad, girl
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| You’ve been had, girl
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| Your mama’s in the pantry
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| With your other daddy
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| Quietly
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| Turn off the electricity
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| Everybody knows that
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| You’ve been wearing no clothes
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| Ever since the time you tried to
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| Fly from the Eiffl Tower
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| The power of th flower is dead
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| I’m sitting here all alone
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| You don’t know how I cry
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| Oh it’s no fun to be alone, made of stone
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| You don’t know how to die
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| June is a flower-child
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| She tries to run wild
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| She says it’s only the style
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| I know she’s truthful
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| Sitting on a stone all alone
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| Never know how it grows
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| Through the holes in your clothes
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| I know it’s beautiful
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| You’ve been a bad boy
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| You’ve been had, boy
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| Your daddy took the toys
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| To the neighbor cop to investigate
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| Your daddy’s upper plate is made of gold
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| Nobody told you
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| No one wants to hold you
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| Nobody showed you
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| I could have told you to
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| Watch it, kid
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| You might end up dead
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| Don’t mind the words of my song
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| They’re not strong
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| I’ll get along
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| Don’t get tangled with the do-you-inners
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| They can eat you for dinner
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| You’re a full-time sinner, yeah
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| Everybody knows, everybody knows
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| Ask them why
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| They reply that it shows
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| Everybody knows, everybody knows
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| All about the holes in your clothes
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| How they grow
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| 'til they’re shown on a screen
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| To the Queen |