| «Give me something to chew on», she said
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| With a face longer than space
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| On the day she wore her black T-shirt
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| And held her black bouquet
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| I said to come closer
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| And I’d point out my favorite stars
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| And maybe we could both breathe a little life
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| Into these cold coffins of hearts
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| Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts
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| Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts
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| And oh, the games we played with each other
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| Battleships sunk and triple word scores
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| And oh, the things we said to each other
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| While knocking the vases onto the floor
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| Because she is as stunning
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| As a phaser set on stun
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| And yeah, she’ll stop your pulse
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| But not without some fun
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| She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd
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| And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down
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| She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd
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| And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down
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| She’s the reigning champ of the teething crowd
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| And your heart goes bump but your pulse goes down |