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There are some terrible gossips in this town |
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There are some terrible gossips in this town |
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With jaws like vices |
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And eyes like drains |
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There are some little weasels in this town |
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Scampering around loose |
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With yellow teeth |
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And the beady eyes |
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We should set a standard amount of words |
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That i am to say to these |
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We should set a standard type of look |
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That you are to give to me |
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When you wanna leave |
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There are some terrible gossips in this town |
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With jaws like vices |
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And eyes like drains |
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I won't tell what they say about you |
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I won't flourish the shit |
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You are my dearest friend |
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And i will protect you |
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Until the end |
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With a will like vices |
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Complete as a drain |
