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Ben looks, across at, the girl that, lives next door |
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He's a hedge pig, delicious, he knows that, she wants him more |
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Than Matthew and Peter, the tree worms, that built her house, in Brighton Beach, with Russian creeps, that Ben found on the floor |
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Ben could say, anything, to make her happen |
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And Ben could drink, anything, to make her happen |
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He's a prickly little porker, no he's not a son of mine |
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He's a dirty little secret, he's a stickly little swine |
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You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread |
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A toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead |
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Sarah, sees Ben with, a snout full, of cigarettes |
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With knees weak, from envy, she casts out, her wishing net |
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Just a handful, of teaspoons, and thimbles, they turned his head |
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She had caught him by the prickled prune that summer never shed...but she knew that... |
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Ben could swim, anything, to make her happen |
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And Ben could smoke anything, to make her happen |
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He's a prickly little porker, no he's not a son of mine |
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He's a dirty little secret, he's a stickly little swine |
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You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread |
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A toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead |
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Benjamin lives down the road, he is very hard to believe |
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Because he's preciously metal, yes so he's preciously special |
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And he's talkin right to me! |
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Won't you tell me? Won't you tell me? Won't you tell me straight you freak?! |
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Won't you lease me your girl? Won't you lease me your girl? I just money from the Russian creeps, c'mon! |
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He's a prickly little porker, no he's not a son of mine |
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He's a dirty little secret, he's a stickly little swine |
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You know he had it coming, from the day he borrowed bread |
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He's a toasty little trinket, he stole my girl instead |
