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On the lawn before the bouquet fell |
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Long before we heard the ringing bell |
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When all I want is a good look at your underside |
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Reading trash like it was Judy Blume |
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Your paperbacks are strewn about the room |
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Awaiting their instructions to be mobilized |
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And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows |
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Everybody knows and so it goes |
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That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now |
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Lazy Rayna had a million bucks |
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Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks |
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Cause linen's legal tender for a layabout |
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Why hold your breath until your face turns blue? |
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A stretch of rope you know can do that too |
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The truth be told, no one likes a gadabout |
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And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows |
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Everybody knows and so it goes |
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That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now |
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Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now |
