| My little brother is an insect
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| He likes to crawl around his room
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| His mother shudders at the sight of him
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| His pappy is a businessman
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| And every move he makes is torture
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| He cannot say no words anymore
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| And little sister likes to flip him on his back
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| And watch little brother squirm
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| I really like the way you look in
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| Your imitation leather shoes
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| And I don’t wanna fake it anymore
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| He took a trip to California
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| Strung out on Hollywood and Vine
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| The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around
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| My brother felt at home
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| I really like the way you look in
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| Your imitation leather shoes
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| And I don’t wanna fake it anymore
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| Lord, my brother’s done a pretty picture
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| Ooh, bad as these things get
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| Dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa
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| And waking up is all you get
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| I really like the way you look in
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| Your imitation leather shoes
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| And I don’t wanna fake it anymore
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| I really like the way you look in
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| Your imitation leather shoes
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| And I don’t wanna fake it anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore |