| william was a wicked child
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| made trouble at school and ran completely wild
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| cussed the teachers on the bus
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| frightened all the girls and mussed their hair up
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| but his mother loved him dearly
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| she could never see him clearly
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| «william, be good for me»
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| before wicked william was born
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| his mother had a dream the devil came to her
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| he told her she would have his son
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| persuaded her to call him lucifer jr.
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| but she dismissed it as an old nightmare
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| probably caused by something spicy that she’d eaten at the state fair of texas
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| «there ain’t no such thing as the devil»
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| when william became a man
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| women loved him he was such a handsome devil
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| but he turned every heart to hate
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| left 'em feeling dirty as a dinner plate in the sink
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| still his mother loved him dearly
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| she could never see him clearly
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| «william, be good for me»
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| there ain’t no such thing as the devil |