| I’m so totally following you
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| You are so far ahead, always so totally cool
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| You were the first to walk on your hands
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| And carry your purse in your cunt
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| Now all the girls are doing that
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| On the Williamsburg waterfront
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| And I say credit where credit is due
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| I’m so totally following you
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| Due to the freaky stuff
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| Only you’d think to do
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| Well the music that you’re into
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| I’m pretending I’m into it too
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| Even though to be totally frank
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| It leaves me totally blank
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| Now you’re running around
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| In a scuba mask filled with chicken fat
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| Dressed as a cat
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| Carrying the chopped-off head
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| Of a pig you’re smoking like a cigarette
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| Well there ought to be a law against that
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| But the lawmakers haven’t got there yet
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| But you have, and that’s what I love about you
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| But if you think I’m totally dressing like that
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| In a scuba mask filled to the top with filthy old blubbery fat
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| And then going out and running around
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| Smoking the corpse of a sow
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| Well you’ve got another thing coming to you
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| Sorry, I have stopped following you
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| Because the things that you can pull off
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| Just make me look like a fool
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| Well call me bourgeois, but I’ve figured out
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| This is the best way to be like you
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| Following you is the last thing that you’d ever do |