| Three purple butterflies smiling at me
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| With their alligator eyes just shooting the breeze
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| She said
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| Find the lines to connect the dots
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| The pans and the pots turn themselves into robots
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| Little ladybug busting a move
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| With your dilated eyes just shooting the breeze
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| She came
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| Without the rules, there would be no game
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| The boxes and the skids build themselves into pyramids
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| Urban planners
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| Fresh as wes and Tropicana
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| Never deceiving
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| Tripping on bananas bust it
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| No, break it down
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| Insane decision
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| Underpaid doctor paging world vision
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| Boy
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| Knot another chord
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| Surfing on a Ouija board
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| Strumming with an icepick
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| Papers love an oil slick
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| Trustable
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| Combusting the combustibles
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| Mind your manners
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| And watch out for the tricks from
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| Question mark police
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| With shrewd intensions
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| Randomness agrees
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| With good intentions
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| Three little aloe plants working to sooth
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| With their bifurcated arms just living to ooze
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| She healed
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| Without the Finch, there would be no Steeles
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| The flippers and the keels turned themselves into navy seals
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| Little ladybug busting a move
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| With your dilated eyes just shooting the breeze
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| She came
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| Without the rules, there would be no game
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| The boxes and the skids build themselves into pyramids |