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She says, "There's ants in the carpet" |
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The dirty little monsters, eating all the morsels |
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Just pickin' up the rubbish |
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Give her effervescence, she needs a little sparkle |
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Good morning TV, you're looking so healthy |
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We all say, "Don't want to be alone" |
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We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same |
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Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight |
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End of a century, oh it's nothin' special |
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Sex on the TV, everybody's at it |
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And the mind gets dirty as you get closer to thirty |
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Gives her a cuddle, and they're glowing in a huddle |
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Good night TV, you're all made up |
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And you're looking like me |
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We all say, "Don't want to be alone" |
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We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same |
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Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight |
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End of a century, oh it's nothin' special |
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Can you eat her? |
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Yes you can |
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We all say, "Don't want to be alone" |
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We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same |
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Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight |
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End of a century, oh it's nothing special |
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We all say, "We want to be alone" |
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We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same |
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Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight |
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End of a century, oh it's nothing special |
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Oh end of a century, oh it's nothing special |
