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He was so clean, |
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Yeah, he was so clean, |
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Bathed himself in bleach until he was completely soaking, |
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His hands were sore, |
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Oh yeah, they were so sore, |
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He scrubbed so hard he wiped the tiles off the floor, |
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His mop, was fancy, |
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Oh yeah, it was so fancy, |
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You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47 |
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Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, |
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There was never a wrench thrown into the gears |
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Pant legs creased, |
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Never know, dirt on the barrel, |
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Increase the burn of fire 'til his body's clean and sterile, |
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Fingernails trimmed, |
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He is completely primmed and preep(?), |
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Wears the rubber gloves and he is careful what he eats, |
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There's plastic on the furniture, |
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By nature, he's a skeptic, |
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Unsure about the air outside so he seals of all the exits, |
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Lysol's life-long member, |
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He's always been so clean, |
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His food is specially packaged, sealed, and quarantined |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, |
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N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, |
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Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, |
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There was never a wrench thrown into the gears |
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Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine, |
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There was never a wrench thrown into the gears |
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(you should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing) |