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There's tigers waiting in the brush |
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you'd better give 'em all your lunch |
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They left me with a bit of stump |
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'cause I didn't know |
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If you look 'em 'tween the eyes |
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they might leave you only one to cry from |
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Or they might leave you there for the flies |
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So not in the eyes |
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You can say whatever you feel |
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as long as you know you won't become a meal |
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So, shake their paws |
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seal all the deals |
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if they got an iron grip |
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then make yours steel... |
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So it can feel you're for real |
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There's lions waiting in the grass |
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you'd better put on all your masks |
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They'll catch you if you don't run fast |
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So save your ass |
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You can say whatever you feel |
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as long as you know you won't become a meal |
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So, shake their paws |
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seal all the deals |
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if they've got an iron grip |
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then make yours steel... |
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So it can feel you're for real |