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She comes on like a rose |
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But everybody knows |
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She'll get you in touch |
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You can look but you'd better not touch |
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Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy |
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Late at night when your sleeping |
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Poison Ivy comes a creeping around |
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She's pretty as a daisy |
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But look out man she's crazy |
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She'll really reel you in |
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If you let her get under your skin |
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Measles makes you mumpy |
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And mumps will make you lumpy |
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And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch (make you jump |
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and twitch) |
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A common cold will fool ya |
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And whooping coughs will cool ya |
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But poison ivy loves to make you itch |
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Your gonna need an ocean (gonna need an ocean) |
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Of calamine lotion (oh, your gonna need it) |
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You'll be scratching like a hound (boy, you'll be itching) |
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The minute you start to mess around |