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"Give me something to chew on," she said, |
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With a face longer than space, |
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On the day she wore her black t-shirt |
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And held her black bouquet. |
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I said to come closer |
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And I'd point out my favorite stars, |
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And maybe we could both breathe a little life |
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Into these cold coffins of hearts. |
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Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts. |
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Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts. |
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And oh, the games we played with each other, |
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Battleships sunk and triple-word scores. |
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And oh, the things we said to each other, |
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While knocking the vases onto the floor. |
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Because she is as stunning |
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As a phaser set on 'stun,' |
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And yeah, she'll stop your pulse, |
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But not without some fun. |
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She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd |
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And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down. |
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She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd |
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And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down. |
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She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd |
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And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down. |