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I am all in a ball |
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In your front yard |
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I have this bag of hammers |
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And I won't ask to come in |
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'Cause I have sold everything |
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Still I have, have got some manners |
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And there's a hole in your head |
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Spilled your thoughts on the floor |
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We wanted you bad |
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You wanted it more |
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The trick is |
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You do not get on that interstate bus |
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The catch is |
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You stay and see what becomes of us |
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Shake shake shake |
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Shake the frame of this house |
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Distress the wood |
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Make it shout |
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And as sharp as I sting |
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As sharp as I sing |
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It still soothes you |
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Doesn't it? |
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Like a lick of ice cream |
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I am all in a ball |
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In your front yard |
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I have this bag of hammers |
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And I won't ask to come in |
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'Cause I have sold everything |
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Still I have, have got some manners |
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Shake shake shake |
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Shake the frame of this house |
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Distress the wood |
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Make it shout |
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And as sharp as I sting |
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As sharp as I sing |
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It still soothes you |
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Doesn't it? |
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Like a lick of ice cream |
