| Cigarettes and chocolate milk
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| These are just a couple of my cravings
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| Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger
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| A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
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| If I should buy jellybeans
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| Have to eat them all in just one sitting
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| Everything it seems I like’s a little bit sweeter
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| A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
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| And then there’s those other things
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| Which for several reasons we won’t mention
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| Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger
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| A little bit harder, a little bit deadly
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| It isn’t very smart
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| Tends to make one part
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| So brokenhearted
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| Sitting here remembering me
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| Always been a shoe made for the city
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| Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
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| Where scrappy boys faces have general run of the town
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| Playing with prodigal sons
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| Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
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| Can’t expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
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| While running on empty, you little old doll with a frown
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| You got to keep in the game
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| Retaining mystique while facing forward
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| I suggest a reading of A Lesson in Tightropes
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| Or Surfing Your High hopes, or Adios Kansas
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| It isn’t very smart
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| Tends to make one part
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| So brokenhearted
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| Still there’s not a show on my back
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| Holes or a friendly intervention
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| I’m just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish, a little bit
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| Tower of Pisa, whenever I see ya
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| So please be kind if I’m a mess
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| Cigarettes and chocolate milk
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| Cigarettes and chocolate milk |