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Today is my birthday |
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I stay outside the hall |
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Inside sit the butterflies |
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For the butterfly ball |
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All the boys are graded now |
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They come in their white socks, flat tops |
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And somehow they find a placr |
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All the boys are winning now |
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They play all the tricks with smiles |
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And a sorry past |
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For poor caw |
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Their own room |
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And winter tales |
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Never touched these girls before |
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They hear the car stereo |
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And know what life is for |
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All the boys are weary now |
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Listening to the family sing song |
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Family say so |
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Must carve, must carve poor cow |
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Slice her, slice her up, poor cow |
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Slice her, slice her up, poor cow |
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Slice her, slice her up, poor cow |
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Today is my birthday |
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I stay outside the hall |
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Inside sit the butterflies |
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For the butterfly ball |
