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Brainiac's daughter |
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Made me a suit of bricks and mortar |
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And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes |
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Brainiac's daughter |
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Took me on a sleigh ride underwater |
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And I'm crazy for girls like that |
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Oh yes Sir, yes Sir |
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Three bags full Sir |
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All across the land the bells ring out |
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It's night, sun shines bright |
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So I reach to hold |
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Her frozen hand in flight |
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As we alight in |
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The bottle city of Kandor |
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Brainiac's daughter |
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Talks like a Daily Planet Reporter |
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Sitting cross legged |
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There on the mat, oh yes |
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Brainiac's daughter |
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Swallowed the pocket watch I bought her |
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And I'm crazy for girls like that |
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Oh yes Sir, Yes Sir |
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All fall down Sir |
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And I love the lights that blink on and off |
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All around her head |
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And I love the clothes |
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That she tries on and off |
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Landing on the bed |
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Yes Sir, Yes Sir |
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Three bags full Sir |
