| Lines, fabricated to flatter
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| Lines, neatly traced and gathered
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| Like paper thin sewing patterns
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| Pinned and in their places
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| Words, blend them into a batter
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| Words, on a fanciful platter
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| Served by the maddest of hatters
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| While we fake our faces
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| But it doesn’t matter now
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| It doesn’t matter now
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| It’s all just poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated lines
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| Shapes, oh society loves their shapes
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| Cookie cutter lives all half baked
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| Manufactured and sent through
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| Quality inspection
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| Two, or maybe three, or four times the fun
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| Could be had if we’d only come
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| To the table to feast with
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| All our imperfections
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| But it doesn’t matter now
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| It doesn’t matter now
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| It’s all just poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated lines
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| Everybody fill your cups
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| Pinkies out and bottoms up
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| Fake a smile and drink it down
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy coated lines
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy-coated
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| Poison in disguise
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| Teacups full of candy coated lines
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| Don’t you give me no, don’t you give me no
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| Don’t you give me no lines!
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| Don’t you give me no, don’t you give me no
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| Don’t you give me no lines! |