| I came down to the breakfast table
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| Felt like I could die
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| Tried so hard, but wasn’t able
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| To look you in the eye
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| For I am feeling so much shame
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| Yes I have brought disgrace
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| Can tell I’ve soiled my good name
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| By the look upon your face
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| Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
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| No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
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| Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
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| If you could just forgive me, and talk to me dad
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| Talk to me, dad
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| I didn’t hear you enter, no I didn’t hear the door
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| With my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floor
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| Now burnt into your brain is an image you despise
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| Like blood and guts and starving kids and Stevie Wonder’s eyes
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| Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
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| No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
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| Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
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| But I wouldn’t use those tissues; |
| they’ve already been had…
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| Talk to me, dad
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| The look upon your face made my swollen gland diminish
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| So I said «could you close the door, I really want to finish.»
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| Now daddy, I’m ashamed and I completely understand
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| If you never wanna hug again or even shake my hand
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| Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
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| No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
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| Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
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| Just because it was your bed, it’s not that bad
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| When I was only 17 you told me it was dirty
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| So it must be really creepy when you kid is pushing 30
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| But you cannot tell me, dad, you have never had a whack
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| At the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack
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| Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
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| No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
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| Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
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| But I wouldn’t use those tissues, they’ve already been…
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| Just because it was your bed, it’s not that…
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| Oh daddy, daddy, please forgive me, and talk to me, dad
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| Talk to me, dad |