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Before being a man |
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With an ink on his pail |
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My lady called me up |
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She tried to hit me with a mop |
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I can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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But you say we'll just come back, would it be |
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alright |
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You say we jsut come back, would it be alright |
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I live with thirteen dead cats |
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A purple there with spats |
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And they're living out in the hall |
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And I can't stand it anymore |
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I can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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But you say we'll just come back, would it be |
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alright |
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You say we jsut come back, would it be alright |
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It's all clear to me |
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With an ink on his pail |
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I hear you coming up |
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And try to hit me with a mop |
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I can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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Can't stand it anymore more |
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But you say we'll just come back, would it be |
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alright |
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You say we jsut come back, would it be alright |
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Be alright |
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Be alright |
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Be alright ... |
