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I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap, |
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I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope |
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(I've petted stray dogs, and I never mope) |
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My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender |
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But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender |
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I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer, |
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(I've been named Miss Perseverance year after year,) |
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And I'm the person to whom they say, "Your sweet, My Dear." |
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The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass, |
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And the closest I've been to a bar, is at ballet class. |
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Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased, |
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I'm tired of being pure and not chased. |
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Like something that seeks it's level |
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I wanna go to the devil. |
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Refrain |
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I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks |
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I wanna be evil, and cheat at jacks |
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I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies |
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I wanna be mean, and throw mud pies |
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I want to wake up in the morning |
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with that dark brown taste |
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I want to see some dissipation in my face |
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I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad |
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But more that that I wanna be bad |
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I wanna be evil, and trump an ace, |
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Just to see my partner's face. |
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I wanna be nasty, I wanna be cruel |
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I wanna be daring, I wanna shoot pool |
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And in the theatre |
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I want to change my seat |
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Just so I can step on |
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Everybody's feet |
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I wanna be evil, I wanna hurt flies |
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I wanna sing songs like the guy who cries |
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I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze |
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(I want to be horrid, I want to make news) |
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And whatever I've got I'm eager to lose |
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I wanna be evil, little evil me |
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Just as mean and evil as I can be |
