| When you came around
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| and offered nothing new,
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| nothing old,
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| nothing I could use.
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| I wondered when did you
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| give up on the way
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| we spent our spring days
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| constantly talking
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| finding our voices amazing.
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| You called me over,
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| though I drive you crazy.
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| My eye’s still as strong as the avocado, baby.
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| Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken;
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| I am soft, and still, and lazy
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| and my tongue is on the run
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| and it’s only just begun…
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| Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour?
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| My tongue is on the run
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| and it’s having so much fun…
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| I’m growing younger by the hour.
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| I should wait until the spring,
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| wait until the spring,
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| but my carpet is crawling with crocodiles
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| and a dozen porcupines point their needles in my thumb.
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| Now, tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture
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| with a rolling thumb and finger…
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| Tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture
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| with a rolling thumb and finger figure…
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| You called me over,
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| though I drive you crazy.
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| My eye’s still as strong as the avocado, baby.
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| Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken;
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| I am soft, and still, and lazy
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| and my tongue is on the run
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| and it’s only just begun…
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| Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour?
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| my tongue is on the run
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| and it’s having so much fun…
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| I’m growing younger by the hour. |