| I like a little mayo
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| Mustard is my thing
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| Make my bread as white as cotton
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| I’ll have wheat with seven grains
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| And a little candle glowing when we eat is what I like
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| I need to see what I’m consuming, so please turn on the lights
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| I go to bed before the news
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| I’m still awake at two A.M.
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| I’m up before the chickens
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| If I can, I’m sleeping in
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| I like wearing huntin' clothes
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| I like huntin' clothes to wear
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| I’ll always ask directions
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| I’ll find my own way there
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| We’ve got incompatibility everywhere we turn
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| But still we stay together cause there’s a lesson we have learned
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| That if this man and woman were in every way the same
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| One of us would not be needed, and wouldn’t that be a shame
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| I like a walk in the park
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| And I would rather run
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| How far can we go on empty
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| I’ve never seen as fun
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| I like talking to my buddy’s when we’re teeing off at ten
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| My greens and conversation are a salad bar with friends
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| My feet are like December
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| His: And mine are like July
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| While I’m piling on the blankets
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| I lay there and fry
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| I married Ebenezer Scrooge
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| I married Mrs. Claus
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| While I’m watching Casablanca
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| I’d rather be watching football
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| We’ve got incompatibility everywhere we turn
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| But still we stay together cause there’s a lesson we have learned
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| That if this man and woman were in every way the same
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| One of us would not be needed, and wouldn’t that be a shame |