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She was blessed with a knack |
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For giving bad advice |
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He's got five thumbs on his left hand |
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Five more on his right |
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Well her mom left town |
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With the supermarket clerk |
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But her dad was only jealous' |
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Cause the kid had work |
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And the boy stays home all day' |
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Cause of paranoia |
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He's got Kung- |
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Fu grooves |
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That can never be imitated |
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She's got a fashion queen walk |
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And she wears her blue jeans faded |
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He's got moves with the puck |
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That we've never ever seen |
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And his girlfriend's twenty two |
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And he's just seventeen |
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And she gives advice |
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That'll ease your paranoia |
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And we all need someone to save our souls' |
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Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours |
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And we all need someone to save our souls' |
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Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours |
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And we all need someone to save our souls' |
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Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours |
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And we all need someone to save our souls' |
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Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours |
