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Everything goes down, oh yeah |
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The jewels in the crown, oh yeah |
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She don't know why she does it, oh no |
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Maybe just because it tickles |
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You're very French |
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But your heart's a target for the east |
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There she goes again |
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Singing on a train |
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Sucking on a brain |
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Crawling through a drain |
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Oozing with a snake |
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Hope it doesn't break |
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Squashing on a cake |
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Tease me on a lake |
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I'm very dry |
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But my lips are tempted by your heart |
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Here come the yodelling hoover |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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Yeah |
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Baby, what's the use |
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Of being an excuse |
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Your dust encrusted rust |
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Your dessicated lust |
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Of other people's stuff |
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You never get enough |
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And everything you see |
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It goes into your mouth |
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She's very fat |
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But her heart's encrusted by the spines |
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Here come the yodelling hoover |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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Here come the yodelling hoover |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
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She's gonna yodel over you |
