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I'm gonna buy me a parrot, baby, |
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And teach him how to call my name. |
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I'm gonna buy me a parrot, baby, |
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And teach him how to call my name. |
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Then I won't have to miss you baby |
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And I won't have you driving me insane. |
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I was in love with you, baby, |
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Till the day you brought me down so low. |
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I was in love with you, baby, |
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Till the day you brought me down so low. |
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You had me walking 'round in circles, baby; |
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I didn't know which way to go. |
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Oh, I'm so sick and tired baby, |
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I'm sick and tired of the way you carry on. |
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Lord, I'm sick and tired, baby, |
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Sick and tired of the way you carry on. |
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You can pack up all of your things, baby; |
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Hit the road, get out of here, be gone. |
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Now I'm gonna get me a shotgun, baby, |
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Keep it stashed behind the door. |
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I'm gonna get me a shotgun, baby, |
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Keep it stashed behind the bedroom door. |
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I may have to blow your brains out, baby, |
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Then you won't bother me no more. |