| I got a story
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| A sad sad story
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| About a girl
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| Who met a boy
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| About her mother
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| Whose vision saw her
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| Daughter to marry
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| Another boy
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| (Nooo nooo nooo…)
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| They made a plan
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| To get away
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| To run away
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| And though it be hard
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| To make that day
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| Freely to live
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| Without the mother
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| They’d send a postcard
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| (Nooo nooo nooo…)
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| Out on the interstate
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| That’s where they made their mistake
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| That’s where they met their fate
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| Out on the interstate
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| They met a monster
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| The monster of the interstate
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| Who will not hesitate
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| Who eats teenagers
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| Like a shark eats little fishes
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| Who eats bad kids disobeying parents wishes
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| An interloper against the elopers
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| A troll at the pay toll
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| They stopped at the toll booth
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| And reached for a quarter
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| The monster filled the whole booth
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| He gave them no quarter
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| «Don't eat me»
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| Chirped the girl
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| Clutching to her purse
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| «Don't eat me»
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| Croaked the boy
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| «Or eat her first
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| I’ll turn right around
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| And take her back to her mother’s
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| We repent of being out of wedlock lovers»
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| «You should have thought of that before»
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| And a scaly horny hand
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| Ripped the car lock door
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| And the boy
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| Tried to drive
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| But oh boy
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| He was eaten alive
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| And the girl
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| Tried to scream
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| But she was swirled
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| In the giant’s vanilla ice cream
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| And the boy was yummy
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| And the girl was yummy
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| As they slid down the throat
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| To the monster’s yellow tummy
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| He said:
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| «Hmm hmm good
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| Didn’t do like they should
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| Hmm hmm good
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| Didn’t do like they should»
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| The mother sold the
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| Rights to the story
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| It was so scary
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| This gory story
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| They made a movie
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| A horror movie
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| The mother made a million
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| And the producers made a billion
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| «And that other sweet boy
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| That my daughter has shunned
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| Now I’m his wife and he’s my husband»
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| The moral of this story
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| Is clear for all to see
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| And if clearly all can see
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| Then it isn’t clear to me |