| Oh, oh, stick it down your throat
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| I’m watching from the bathroom
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| Making sure I don’t choke, choke
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| From the words you spoke when you’re screaming at the mirror
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| Now you’re sitting in the cafeteria
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| Shoving clementines and orange bacteria
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| Down your throat a dozen times or near, yeah
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| Fooling those around of your bulimia
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| You turn oranges to orange juice
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| Enter there, then spit it out of you
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| Your body is imperfectly perfect
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| Everyone wants what the other one’s working
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| No more orange juice
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Oh, oh, I believe you chose to blow it on the reading carpet
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| That’s what happens when you stuff it
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| Please say that you won’t continue
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| Ordering oranges off the menu
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| Stuffin' up your mouth like t-t-tissue
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| The way you look is not an issue
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| You turn oranges to orange juice
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| Enter there, then spit it out of you
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| Your body is imperfectly perfect
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| Everyone wants what the other one’s working
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| No more orange juice
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Ooh, I wish I could give you my set of eyes
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| 'Cause I know your eyes ain’t working, mmm
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| I wish I could tell you that you’re fine, so fine
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| But you will find that disconcerting
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| You turn oranges to orange juice
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| Enter there, then spit it out of you
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| Your body is imperfectly perfect
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| Everyone wants what the other one’s working
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| No more orange juice
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ
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| Eee, I, ah, OJ |