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When you came around |
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and offered nothing new, |
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nothing old, |
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nothing I could use. |
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I wondered when did you |
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give up on the way |
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we spent our spring days |
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constantly talking |
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finding our voices amazing. |
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You called me over, |
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though I drive you crazy. |
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My eye's still as strong as the avocado, baby. |
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Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken; |
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I am soft, and still, and lazy |
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and my tongue is on the run |
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and it's only just begun... |
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Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? |
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My tongue is on the run |
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and it's having so much fun... |
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I'm growing younger by the hour. |
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I should wait until the spring, |
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wait until the spring, |
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but my carpet is crawling with crocodiles |
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and a dozen porcupines point their needles in my thumb. |
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Now, tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture |
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with a rolling thumb and finger... |
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Tippy Tina tippy-toes into the picture |
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with a rolling thumb and finger figure... |
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You called me over, |
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though I drive you crazy. |
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My eye's still as strong as the avocado, baby. |
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Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken; |
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I am soft, and still, and lazy |
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and my tongue is on the run |
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and it's only just begun... |
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Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? |
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my tongue is on the run |
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and it's having so much fun... |
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I'm growing younger by the hour. |