| If I could be anything in the world that flew
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| I would be a bat and come swooping after you
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| And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew
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| Well, you know what happens after dark
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| When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts
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| And all the missionaries lose their bark
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| Oh, all the trees are calling after you
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| And all the venom snipers after you
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| Are all the mountains boulder after you
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| If I could be any one of the things
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| In this world that bite
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| Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash
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| I’d rather be a kite
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| And be tied to the end of your string
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| And flying in the air, baby, at night
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| Cause you know what they say about honey bears
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| When you shave off all their baby hair
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| You have a hairy minded pink bare bear
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| And all the bells are rolling out for you
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| And stones are all erupting out for you
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| And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you
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| Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff
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| Were groovin' on the street
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| And just like in a movie
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| Her hands became her feet
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| Her belly button was her mouth
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| Which meant she tasted what she’d speak, ooohhh
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| But the funny thing is what happened to her nose, ooohhh
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| It grew until it reached all of her toes, ooohhh
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| Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose
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| And curtains laced with diamonds, dear for you
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| And all the Roman noblemen for you
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| And kingdom’s Christian soldiers, dear for you
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| And melting ice cap mountains tops for you
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| Oh, oh, and knights in flaming silver robes for you
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| And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you
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| Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock
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| Swoop, swoop, rock, rock
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| Swoop, swoop, rock, rock |