| When we turn up in our turn up’s,
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| Our hearts are heavy,
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| Our heads are ready to levy.
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| For the yippee-less swing,
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| For the tot-less cot,
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| For the mock, for the shock,
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| For the fun powder plot.
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| With courage and conviction,
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| In donkey-jaw diction,
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| We cry for the cause
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| We cry for the cause
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| Because the courts have left us lonely;
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| Disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.
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| Gently, gently take them from me…
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| Gently, gently take them from me…
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| Gently, gently take them from me,
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| And I’ll be left dumfound as a donkey.
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| This is a booty call, my boot up your asshole.
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| This is a Freudian slip, my slipper in your bits.
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| With courage and conviction,
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| In donkey-jaw diction,
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| We cry for the cause
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| We cry for the cause
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| Because the courts have left us lonely;
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| Disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.
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| Gently, gently take them from me…
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| Gently, gently take them from me…
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| Gently, gently take them from me,
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| And I’ll be left dumfound as a donkey.
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| This is a booty call, my boot up your asshole.
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| This is a Freudian slip, my slipper in your bits. |