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Hey dainty girl flailing on the side of the road |
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With your great thumb in the air |
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I hope you don't mind me asking |
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But what happened to your underwear? |
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And does your humble husband know? |
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Of 'ee hitchin' seedy path |
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With car-operating sexual deviants! |
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But Julian would never understand |
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And doesn't he know? |
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Just because he's a painter and he loves you |
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It doesn't mean that he has got a clue... |
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...About my Thumbelina |
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I've never seen a pair of digits quite like yours before |
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And I have traveled shore to shore in such arduous pallor |
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Your almost perfect body's got me quivering in a ball |
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To that brash cowgirl with her hands petting your crotch |
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And humping you in towering grass |
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Naked and gender-bending |
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What makes you think the two of you will last? |
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For there's no dame or man for her |
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There's just this open road where she hails down some pervert |
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With the usage of her giant thumb |
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Jellybean, you could never comprehend |
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The intellect of her mind |
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And just because you can make her come with your hand |
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Doesn't mean that she'll be your woman |
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But 'twas a loon on the hillside |
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Who planted a seed between your thighs |
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You fancied him as your therapist |
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But he's just a sadistic sodomist who gave you that bastard kid... |
