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I put a stake in your spokes |
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And you better laugh at my jokes |
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You better memorize this face |
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You better stay in my good graces |
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Cause here you come on your broom |
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Your mood ring's turning brown |
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You will begin to feel it soon |
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You're tossing your seeds around |
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You better memorize this face |
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You better stay right in your place |
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I draw the lines here from now on |
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And your picture's already drawn |
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And this movie goes on too long |
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And this coffee's a little too strong |
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And I think that I'm running on |
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Well I guess that I'm running |
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And here you come on your broom |
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Your mood ring's turning brown |
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You will begin to feel it soon |
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You're tossing your seeds around |
