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It's a sad and awful story and the shorter folks won't care |
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I'm a man who's simply way to big to love |
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Picture her a tiny thing with tiny ribbons in her hair |
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Picture me a monster towering above |
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I don't care what color hair is growing on her head |
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She doesn't have to be a sight to see |
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It don't matter if she's fat or if she's good in bed |
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Just as long as she is just as long as me |
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Took an ad out in the paper with my picture and some prose |
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It said tall and lonely lover seeking same |
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Combed my hair and got a shave and bought a long stemmed thornless rose |
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When the picture ran my head was out of frame |
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I don't care what color hair is growing on her head |
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She doesn't have to be a sight to see |
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It don't matter if she's fat or if she's good in bed |
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Just as long as she is just as long as me |
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Every night I have a dream I'm on a mountain in the sky |
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And the air gets ever thinner as I climb |
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Then I see the gates of heaven, someone there has caught my eye |
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She is very tall and finally she is mine |
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I don't care what color hair is growing on her head |
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She doesn't have to be a sight to see |
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It don't matter if she's fat or if she's good in bed |
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Just as long as she is just as long as me |
