| She’s got ice hockey hair
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| It’s instamatic and it has such flair
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| And when the puck hits the back of the cage
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| She feels the tingle of a quiet rage
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| She thinks it’s tasty
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| Me thinks it’s hasty
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| Take me to a chorus now
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| Tell me what to do if it all falls through
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| Can you point me a direction I can take my shoes?
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| What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
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| I get the impression that we’re overdue
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| I got the lunar madness
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| And it’s coming straight to you
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| Table tennis rules
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| They’re so confusing it’s not played by fools
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| And with my tank filled to the brim
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| You may suggest to me anything
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| Phone me, page me
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| Fax me 'til I’m silly
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| Answer me today
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| Tell me what to do if it all falls through
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| Can you point me a direction I can take my shoes?
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| What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
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| I get the impression that we’re overdue
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| You’re my little terror
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| Oh won’t you tell me something new?
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| Maybe you think I’m shady
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| But I sing your language baby
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| (Ba ba ba ba ba ba
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| Oooooh)
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| What did I do to you to make you feel so blue?
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| I get the impression that we’re overdue (X2)
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| What did I do to you?
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| Now that you’re here tell me you’re a non-believer |