| She said nice guys finish last are ones with a defect
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| And skin-tight has always been incorrect
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| She reads books under illegal table legs
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| It don’t look good until he gets down and begs
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| We’ll be watching until she detects us
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| That’s our cue to move out of Texas
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| The beat up truck won’t even start
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| It all makes sense 'cause it’s missing a part
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| When she shoot shoot shoot shoot shoots
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| And I drip drip drip drip drip
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| And then I drop
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| The librarians are hiding something
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| She said you’re never alone with a schizo
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| Picked up the phone said is it not so
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| She’s here to stay I’m here for a visit
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| The other line will know who the fuck is this?
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| Just then I make out the sign
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| And the small print on her book’s spine
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| One says we’ll never never close
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| The other belongs to Edgar Allen Poe’s
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| Oh the librarians contrarians can’t fly on a wing
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| Oh the librarians barbarians are liking nothing
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| Which leads me to believe one thing
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| The librarians are hiding something |