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Boys march into the world |
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Concerned of me, they were younger than me |
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? poke through the trees |
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Death on the wind, they were aiming at him |
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And as the boys came, he didn't go |
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He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck |
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And he felt the magic quickly |
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Keeping him for long in maybe someplace mystical and warm |
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His lucky charm |
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You got a problem, he will cover it all |
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He's breathin' their sex, not even their scotch |
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He even doubt when he stepped on the lung |
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They would doubt it in song |
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It didn't go well |
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And when her letter came he didn't cry |
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He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes |
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And he felt the magic quickly |
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Keeping him for long even though she didn't love him anymore |
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There went his lucky charm |