| Scratch, scratch, scratch
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| Goes the cat on the carpet
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| She stepped in the blue water bowl
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| Twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid
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| My tounge in a cavity hole
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| I lost my passport one hairy night
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| I think they found it in the bald-bulb light
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| Now I wait calmly in the holiday cold
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| My love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold
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| My love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold
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| There goes my baby
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| Not really in the middle of the murder
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| Surely left of center of the swirl
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| I bolster my conviction as a character reference
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| With a sweetie-neatie drop of pearl
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| The crowd at the courthouse
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| Passed around the flu
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| Blew through steamy faces
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| Still in shock in the parking lot
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| Freezing, doing sunday suit paces
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| Then we were dismissed
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| And I drove alone to a friend’s
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| Then we were dismissed
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| And I drove alone to a friend’s |