| Don’t let the stars get in your eyes
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| If you’ve got water on the brain
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| Don’t light the flame or you’ll be to blame
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| The spark of love may take your breath
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| The water starts a-streamin'
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| Your ears will start to steamin'
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| And you’ll perculate yourself to death
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| Too many fights, too many scars
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| Too many knots upon my head
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| (Two, three, four, five, six, seven, now!)
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| Love was in bloom, then she lowered the bloom
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| And now I wish that I was dead bloom?
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| She’s got me educated
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| My eyes are granulated
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| 'Cause she hit me with the sugar bowl
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| (In my bloomers)
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| Her teeth were like the stars above because they come out every night
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| Her hair so fair, she laid it on a chair
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| Because I seen it a-layin' there
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| I cocked an eye at her. |
| She cocked an eye at me
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| And we just set there cockeyed as could be
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| Don’t let the stars get in your eyeball sockets |