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I wish I was big |
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I wish I was tall |
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I wish I had houses |
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Instead of this hall |
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Somebody put me |
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Inside it one day |
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I know who it is |
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But he won't let me say |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
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He looks at me sometimes |
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And sometimes he knocks |
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On doorways beside me |
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And sometimes he rocks |
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Me to sleep in a chair |
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For he knows that I need |
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Affection as much |
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As a cut needs to bleed |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
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I wish I was something |
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I wish I was good |
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I wish I was made of |
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Mahogany wood |
