| I’d kiss you, but I’m afraid I’d eat you
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| I’d wish you well but can’t find the words I need to reach you
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| And my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin’s too tight
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| Let me in, let me in, don’t you wanna let me in tonight? |
| All right? |
| All right?
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| All right?
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| Please don’t feed the party animal
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| This new breed is far too radical
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| Why’d you have to go and make me lose my head?
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| Now I gotta blow until I’m deflated
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| If you didn’t know, I’ll make it understandable:
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| Don’t feed the party animal!
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Haven’t showered, haven’t shaved, haven’t slept in seven days, I’m on fumes
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| I should stay in my cave, 'cause I always misbehave on full moons
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| But looky look at you, young lady, ooh, you’re cute… or anyway, you’ll do
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| This is my transformation
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| This is my rise to the occasion
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| Too late for me, you freed the party animal
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| Where to begin, to begin, to begin
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| I’d kiss you, but I’m afraid I’d eat you
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| I’d wish you well, but can’t find the words I need to reach you |