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When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes, |
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Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight. |
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And alone on a worn-out throne |
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is the reigning queen of the questions |
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Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out. |
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So don't get itchy with me |
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When I goose-step |
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Across the kitchen floor |
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You know I still adore |
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All your mother's old-fashioned ways |
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I'm so impressed that you hear |
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My inventions, and that it matters more |
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Than what you saw with your eyes |
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Go along with the plan |
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Your head will still be there where you put it |
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Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find |
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And tonight you go to bed and dream |
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All the world to be what you want it, |
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You got the girly draw now flaunt it, |
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And keep them all checking their watches |
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When you're out tonight |
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So don't get itchy with me |
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When I goose-step across the kitchen floor |
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You know I still adore-- |
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Are your eyes changing hands? |
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I'm so impressed that you hear |
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My inventions, and that it matters more |
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Than what you saw with your eyes |
