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There's something that's lurked in the side of my mind |
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Since the day before we ever met |
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A panther of shadows obscene and unkind |
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I'll keep it for you as a pet |
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Everybody needs my nose |
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But no one knows my needs |
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Including you babe |
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And your daddy's in charge of the oyster party |
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Well, well well, the oyster party |
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Your mama's in league with the lobster gang |
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Bang bang bang the lobster gang |
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Baby, I'm telling you true |
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This feeling I feel about you |
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It's not just the size of a walnut |
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If true love exists than it shouldn't take long |
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It incubates under a shroud |
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It rips like a ray on the slit of her thong |
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And bolusses over the crowd |
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Everybody needs your meat |
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But no one meets your needs |
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Including Kenneth |
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And your brother was part or a filing cabinet |
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Big, thick steak, a filing cabinet |
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Your sister was the filet of a juicy crown |
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Lips meet steak when the doggy's around |
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Baby, I'm telling you true |
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This feeling I feel about you |
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It's not just the size of a walnut |
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So think of me sweetly and polish your soul |
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That I may be blinded with love |
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As long as I'm hungry, I'll never get old |
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And God knows I'm hungry enough |
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Everybody clocks your want |
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But no one wants your clock |
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Except for someone |
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And your lover was part of the hormone squad |
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Urge urge urge, the hormone squad |
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His kittens fell foul of the football team |
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Bash smash crash, plaster caveman |
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Baby, I'm telling you true |
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This feeling I feel about you |
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It's not just the size of a walnut |
