| We’re sleeping underneath the bed
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| To scare the monsters out
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| With our dear daddy’s Smith and Wesson
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| We’ve gotta teach them all a lesson
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| Don’t move
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| Don’t scream or we will have to shoot
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| Stop right where you stand
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| We need a chalk outline if you can
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| Put your hands where we can see them, please
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| We’re holding up the lids of our eyes
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| And showing just the whites
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| «Mary, no one has such small hands
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| No, not the wind, not even that.»
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| Don’t move
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| Don’t scream or we will have to shoot
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| Stop right where you stand
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| We need a chalk outline if you can
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| Put your hands where we can see them, please
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| Stop right where you stand
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| We need a chalk outline if you can
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| Put your hands where we can see them, please |