| No friend of mine with the future eyes,
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| Woulda wished my vaca on the Yucatan.
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| Oh, but that longish ruddy hair,
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| I might love her if I dared,
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| And I’d probably lose my legs.
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| My baby, wants bad things.
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| I’m trapped in the middle of a labyrinth.
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| Small hope for the quick unwind,
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| Well now I come to find,
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| That she’s a lion in disguise.
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| She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems.
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| Oh She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems.
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| I’ll have revenge with an honest hand,
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| When she’s buried neck-down in that golden sand,
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| Oh-oh-oh,
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| Make peace, in your eyes I spy the beast,
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| But those beachgoers might save ya,
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| If they got the guts to brave ya, my darling.
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| Nobody, knows nothin,
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| Dear friends keep it quiet like coffins.
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| I’m sunk if she hears, I’m through.
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| You’d find my body cold,
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| No, this goes best the less she knows.
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| She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems.
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| She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems.
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| She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems.
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| Oh She’s a crazy animal when she screams.
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| But in my head I wanted this, it seems. |