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So this is my last song, (oh, no, don't go). And, uhm, yeah, it's, uhm, I'll end it with, uhh, something about love. |
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She got me with her looks, she got me with her stare, |
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Bright blue eyes and her long, blonde hair. |
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From the start, it was easy to see, this was the girl for me. |
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Who cares if she was eighty-three? |
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She could make me silent, she could make me shout, |
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And she drove me wild with those dentures out. |
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When we ate, people said we were rude, |
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Because I had to pre-chew her food. |
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Her skin was saggy, so was the rest, |
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I put my hand up her skirt and I felt her breast. |
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We made love and the more that I thrust, |
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The more the room was covered in dust. (coughs) |
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The room was covered in dust. |
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Then one day, I felt a chill, |
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As I woke up from my bed, |
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She was lying there real still, |
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My little lady was already dead. |
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The wake happened on a Saturday night, |
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I just sat there and bowed my head, |
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A little girl was on my right, |
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Crying because her grandma was dead. |
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And that little girl she, |
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Got me with her looks, got me with her tears, |
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Feminine beauty beyond her years. |
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From the start, it was easy to see, |
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That was the girl for me. |
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Who cares if she was only three? |
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A good note to end the show on. Pedophelia. |
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See you guys. |
