| All I want to eat is cherry licorice
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| I don’t care it sounds ridiculous
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| Even the birds and bees
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| Eat how they damn well please
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| I don’t wanna work for no dead waitress
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| I don’t have that kind of patience
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| Sitting round all day
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| We never were the same
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| Raccoons dead the city’s windy
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| All I think about is sending
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| All the ladies and gents
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| Covered in excrement
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| All I want eat is cherry licorice
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| I don’t care it sounds ridiculous
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| Even the birds and bees
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| Eat how they damn well please
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| High upon the hill
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| Through the thistle
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| Past the factory
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| 'Cross the trestle
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| The teacher slit my wrist
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| For every class I missed
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| He was like a fire
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| She was like a feather
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| It was hell to live together
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| I bid them all so long
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| I’m happy them days are gone
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| All I want eat is cherry licorice
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| I don’t care it sounds ridiculous
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| Even the birds and bees
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| Eat how they damn well please
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| All she wants to drink is lemon spritzer
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| She don’t care if the image fits her
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| Who wants to spend their time
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| Choking on lemon lime
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| Because I’m high on Halloween candy yeah
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| And your lips are sweet as brandy
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| Because I’m high on Halloween candy
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| And your lips are sweet as brandy |