| I’ll only light 'cause you’re my match
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| Admit it, I took out your trash
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| There are stars in your eyes
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| And they’re shooting
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| We never hung things on the wall
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| We’d play up The Pixies and The Fall
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| There is a treasure in your heart
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| Just like a pirate’s booty
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| But believe me, there’s a better Arnold Palmer to play your course
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| And a better Bob Villa to build your windows and your doors
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| We could never decide what to call the cat, so we called her cat
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| So it’s time to go, it’s time to go away
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| Time to go, it’s time to go away
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| You keep the records in the pogos
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| Don’t weep, you’ll have your pick of beaus
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| Well they read it in the papers
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| So they’re already outside
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| And we’ll be bruised up in the morning
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| They’ll tell us jokes that are real corny
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| But we’ll bounce back
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| Just like the moon bounce in our backyard
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| And believe me, there’s a better Frankenstein for you to bride
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| And a better President to look you in the eyes and lie
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| We can never decide what to call the cat
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| So we called her cat
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| And it’s time to go, it’s time to go away
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| It’s time to go, it’s time to go away |