| First Noelle, you should know
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| Susie’s love’s hard to show
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| Heart to hearts touch and go
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| And her breath smells like chalk
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| She won’t hug, she won’t flirt
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| Just as everyone, she’s hurt
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| Slightly coarse, kind of curt
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| She’s more terminate than talk
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| Noelle, Noelle, Noelle, Noelle
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell
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| So does Susie like that?
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| Mmh, probably not
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| Oh…
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| Hey, cheer up
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| Maybe Ralsei can help you
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| He and Susie have gotten really close
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| Oh, you don’t say?
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| Well, Noelle, were it me
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| I’d be kind as can be
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| Share some sweet Susie tea and
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| What’s that supposed to mean?
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| Maybe try pushing less
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| Stand up tall, ditch the dress
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| And she’ll sure be impressed
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| If you rip out the
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| Noelle, Noelle, Noelle, Noelle
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell
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| Oh-oh
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| The march of morons has begun, I see
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| Berdly, what are you doing here?
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| Being hot and brilliant, obviously
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| Are these troubling you, m’lady?
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| What? |
| No
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| We’re helping her impress Susie
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| What, no one impresses anyone but me
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| So Noelle needs advice
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| Like me, cool, concise
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| Super smart, dressed real nice
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| With a charm
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| grow a spine, no offense
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| and commence
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| Hanging on
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| Noelle, Noelle, Noelle, Noelle
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell
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| Oh Noelle, sweetie pie, pudding pop, apple dumpling cakes
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| Oh-oh
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| Why, you seem to be avoiding me and my peon
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| Despite my attractive peon dental plan and complementary gift basket
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| I don’t need anything from you
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| That’s not what my completely inadvertent eavesdropping tells me
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| Oh Noelle, never fear
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| 'Cause your friend, Queen, is here
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| When we’re done, be a dear
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| And please climb inside this cage
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| Don’t say no, think it through
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| I will never side with you
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| Not ideal but it’ll do
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| Here’s my minion, sign a page
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| Noelle, Noelle, Noelle, Noelle
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell
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| I’m not really that sweet
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| And even if I were Susie would hate me
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| Are you even listening?
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| Ah!
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| every word
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| Was the worst that I’d heard
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| From a Queen to a bird
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| Not a shred of good advice
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| Yours was bad, yours was worse
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| Your whole presence is a curse
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| I can’t take another verse
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| Or I’ll freeze this stolen ice
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| Noelle, Noelle, Noelle, Noelle
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| Sweet as spice and twice as swell |