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My little brother is an insect |
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He likes to crawl around his room |
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His mother shudders at the sight of him |
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His pappy is a businessman |
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Every move he makes is torture |
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He cannot speak words anymore |
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Our sister likes to flip him on his back |
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And watch little brother squirm |
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I really like the way you look in |
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Your imitation leather shoes |
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And I don't wanna fake it anymore |
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He took a trip to California |
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Strung out on Hollywood and Vine |
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The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around |
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That little bugger felt at home |
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I really like the way you look in |
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Your imitation leather shoes |
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And I don't wanna fake it anymore |
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My brother paints a pretty picture |
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These things are bad as these things get |
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Like dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa |
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And waking up at Ruby Ridge |
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I really like the way you look in |
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Your imitation leather shoes |
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And I don't wanna fake it anymore |
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I really like the way you look in |
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Your imitation leather shoes |
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And I don't wanna fake it anymore |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
