| Its getting Late Late,
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| Tell me what Time it is I, Cant wait,
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| I gotta get back to the house,
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| My show is on,
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| So walk and, Dont run,
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| Its slippery by the pool,
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| and it hurts,
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| you know that it only gets worse,
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| 'Cuz the grade is steep,
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| It hit me so hard
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| fear for for my agitated (?), discomposed, disturbed, perturbed and alarmed,
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| I cant believe this works,
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| It makes you supersonic,
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| Your science hurts,
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| So why dont you,
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| Stop it,
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| And switch me chairs,
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| My efforts fall short,
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| but in the long run, lots could strecth foreward,
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| then it’d be almost there,
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| its just a longer ride,
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| so up to full speed,
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| if i can handle it, well we’ll see,
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| action takes more than just luck,
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| It needs a well thought plan,
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| its getting good good,
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| turning and dodging like all you should,
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| just as it tosses me out,
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| I’ll have to look to land.
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| I think your supersonic
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| Your science hurts,
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| So why dont you,
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| Stop it,
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| And switch me chairs,
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| Its getting Late Late,
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| Tell me what time it is I, Cant wait,
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| I gotta get back to the house,
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| My show is on,
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| So walk and dont run,
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| its slippery by the pool and it hurts,
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| you know trhat it only gets worse,
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| 'cuz the grade is steep,
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| I think your supersonic
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| Your science hurts
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| So why don’t you,
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| Stop it,
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| And switch me chairs,
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| I think your supersonic
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| Your science hurts
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| So why don’t you,
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| Stop it,
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| And switch me chairs |