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The skies are charcoal grey, |
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It's a dreary downtown day, |
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But at the end of my thirty foot leash, |
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Is my little friend Quiche. |
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Quiche La Poodle is her name |
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And having a good time on a crummy day is our game. |
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine |
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine |
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Everyday I take her out. Yea! |
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She runs around, she shouts out and barks, Yea! |
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Cause she's a good doggie |
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She's a sweet, sweet, sweet PUPPY! Arf Arf |
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And I know she'll stick by me, Yea! Arf Arf |
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Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane |
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Drivin' down the lane |
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Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here; |
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Don't leave me. |
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I'll go insane. |
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I'll go insane. |
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How do you like that? |
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Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green. |
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About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall; |
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Sunglasses and a bonnet |
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and designer jeans with appliques on it? |
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The dog that brought me so much joy |
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Left me wallowing in pain. |
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Quiche Lorraine. |
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I'll show her! |
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Do you see the key in my hand? |
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I'm gonna throw it in the lake. |
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Yea, you've been so rotten to me, |
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You take the cake. |
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I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel, |
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and just you try and come back to me. |
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Yea, you'll see. |
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine You mangey mutt. |
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche! |
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Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine! |
