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Although you think me cold and slimy |
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I've got a nice home |
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Tasted your best guacamole |
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And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil |
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A worm's life can be easy |
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If you lay low, out of sight |
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Sometimes it's too hot for cooking |
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One wants just a salad |
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And then comes a breeze in the evening |
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Men light cigars and their scent fills the air |
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A worm's life can be easy |
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If you lay low, out of sight |
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But then the rains come and the ground fills with water |
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And I must come up to the surface for air |
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Then I was plucked from the wet slime |
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And dropped in tequila |
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I lay in a stupor for sometime |
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And one fine night |
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I was gulped down in a shot |
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A worm's life can be easy |
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If you lay low, out of sight |
