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I'm so childish, a little bit wildish |
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With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep |
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Well I'm so garish, a little unfairish |
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The way I pick you up, and drop you in a heap |
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I'm so unfaithful, in fact I'm a plateful |
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I won't kiss her, but I'll stare her up all night |
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I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger |
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If you're coming, come prepared for a fight |
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Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish |
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With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep |
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Well I'm so uncaring, do far too much swearing |
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And if you read through my behaviour, you'll find I'm a creep |
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I'll play a stormer, yet in the corner |
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I'll be grumpy on my own, like I don't care |
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I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger |
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With a big rip, in the arsehole of my flares |
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Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish |
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With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so mad |
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I'm so truthful, a little bit bruteful |
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But in sooth I know not, why I am so sad |
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I try my bestest, well as far the restest |
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Well it's just stuff that comes out wrong, and gets misunderstood |
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I'm a dandy little dreamer, a doctored misdemeanour |
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A didactic destiny schemer, bare with me if you would |
