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I met a girl, she was a frog princess |
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I guess I ought to make it clear |
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That I saw nothing through her see-through dress |
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until she whispered in my ear |
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You don't really love me and I don't really mind |
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'cause I don't love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time |
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Your place or mine ?' |
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I met a girl, she was a complete mess |
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I should've left her well alone, but oh no, not me |
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I had to see if underneath that dress |
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her heart was really made of stone |
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I met a girl, she was a frog princess |
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and yes I do regret it now |
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But how was I to know that just one kiss |
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could turn my frog into a cow ? |
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And now I'm rid of her I must confess |
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to thinking 'bout what might have been |
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And I can visualize my frog princess |
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beneath a shining guillotine |
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You don't really love me and baby that it alright |
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'cause I don't love anybody, |
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I come and go through people's love lives |
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Your place or mine ? |
