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You've never seen what |
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I could do. |
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Like run a mile and jump hoops too |
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And ruin everything for you |
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Could make me smile if you want to |
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Duckin' and divin' skippin' and skivin' |
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Between the shit and the shovel, |
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The ass lick and the grovel and |
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God Oh what a |
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Lord, makes me thankful for being bored! |
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And everything you do |
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To make me happy but you could |
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Make me jump and spin |
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Loops too |
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And crack a smile in front of you |
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Duckin' and divin' skippin' and skivin' |
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Between the shit and the shovel, |
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The ass lick and the grovel and |
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God Oh what a |
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Lord, makes me thankful for being bored! |
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You know I hate it when you cry |
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It makes me want to burn your eyes |
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Out with a poker every time |
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And chase my tail to make you smile. |
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Duckin' and divin' skippin' and skivin' |
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Between the shit and the shovel, |
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The ass lick and the grovel and |
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God Oh what a |
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Lord, makes me thankful for being bored! |
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Duckin' and divin' skippin' and skivin' |
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Between the shit and the shovel, |
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The ass lick and the grovel and |
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God Oh what a |
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Lord, makes me thankful for being bored! |
