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Guyute was the ugly pig |
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Who walked on me and danced a jig |
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That he had learned when he was six |
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Then stopped and did some other tricks |
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Like pulling weapons from his coat |
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And holding them against my throat |
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He lectured me in language strange |
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And scampered quickly out of range |
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I'm bouncing like a newborn elf |
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I can't remain inside myself |
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Guyute glances in my eyes |
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And manages to hypnotize |
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Me as I sleep the sleep of death |
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He sucks from me my only breath |
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That I had breathed since I was ten |
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I hope this happens once again |
