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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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Walk with a switch, fire in her fist |
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Biting at the bit, swing at every pitch |
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Coach put me in like |
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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip |
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Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip |
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Let's begin like |
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It's been assumed I'm soft or irrelevant |
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'Cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence |
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But in a room of thugs and rap veterans |
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Why am I the only one who's acting like a gentleman? |
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Good form and bad taste |
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Pretty, what a waste |
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All that style, not a thing to say |
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Looks to me like a little of your new school |
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Is at the shallow end of the typing pool |
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All cloak, no dagger |
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Just smoke and swagger |
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I hope that you're battery's charged. |
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'Cause I found a steel ladder |
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Now your ceilings don't matter |
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Check me out, now I've got glass floors. |
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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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Walk with a switch, fire in her fist |
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Biting at the bit, swing at every pitch |
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Coach put me in like |
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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip |
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Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip |
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Let's begin like |
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They love me, they love me not |
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Pulling pedals off my bike |
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Gotta strike while the irony's still hot |
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No telling what the kids might like |
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And I love this job but |
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Good God sometimes I hate this business |
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It's all love backstage |
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But then the boys get brave |
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Gotta say, "I hope your mother doesn't listen. |
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Excuse me, where you going? |
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Doomtree, Minnesota |
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Population's growing all the time |
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And if you feel this, |
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Grab a chisel, add one to the number on the sign |
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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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Walk with a switch, fire in her fist |
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Biting at the bit, swing at |
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every pitch |
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Coach put me in like |
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Forget the bull in the china shop |
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There's a china-doll in the bullpen |
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It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip |
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Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip |
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Let's begin like |
