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There's a made for tv movie |
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About Lucille Ball tonight |
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If you really wanna watch it |
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I guess that'd be alright with me |
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Well I heard he used to beat her |
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Like she was a conga drum |
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They always slept in separate beds |
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But somehow they had a son |
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The neighbors were vaudevillians |
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And the laughs came from a can |
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Even though the club was hoppin' |
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Twas the pills that she was poppin' that did her in |
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Or maybe it was different |
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You know my facts aren't always straight |
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But they would never make a movie |
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If everything was great |
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Because happiness is boring |
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It's always black and white |
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The good times never last |
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And the chocolates move too fast for us all |
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There's a made for tv movie |
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About Lucille Ball tonight |
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If you really wanna watch it |
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I guess that'd be alright with me |
