| And her strength overwhelmed his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelmed the boy
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| Coin collections, camcorders and silverware
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| Estrangulation’s, police called on the au pair
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| She’s been stressed since Jess left, that automatic withdrawal
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| A couple belts, several stripes
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| Poor little Charles
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| And her strength overwhelmed his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelmed the boy
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| Now she doesn’t really drink
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| She just sits around and talks
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| And thought it’s totally Ginger’s fault, that her child couldn’t walk
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| Had to get another gig
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| Quick temper with little chuck
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| Dreams of just returns were once cuddle by the bottle worm
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| And her strength overwhelmed his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelmed the boy
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| Everyday on the bus roll with retched old Ginger
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| Excuse after excuse about Hollywood and motorcross dreams
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| Made her think of her own son, and ideas that she once had
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| Takes it out on the boy
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| And the hope of his little class
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| And her strength overwhelmed his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelmed the boy
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| And her strength overwhelmed his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelmed the boy
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| And her strength overwhelms his karate
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| And her strength it overwhelms the boy |