| Your house was a good one
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| Though the yard was overgrown
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| And your shirts were all tailored
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| And my dresses were all calico
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| Oh, your bed was always covered
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| The black pants you wouldn’t ware
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| That was part of the pattern
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| And it fit just like it should
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| When I released the spare room
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| I never sat in front of you
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| And through the thin wall
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| We heard our neighbors argue
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| But I couldn’t just shut up and lie
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| I never let you have your last night
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| CALICO, CALICO, CALICO, CALICO
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| Your house was a good one
|
| Though the yard was overgrown
|
| Your shirts were all tailored
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| My dresses were all calico |