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Tuna, rubber, little blubber in my igloo
And I knew you pigtails and all
Girls when they fall
And they said Marianne killed herself
And I said not a chance
Don't you love the girls, ladies, babes,
Old bags, who say she was so pretty...
Why, why, why
Did she crawl down in the old deep ravine
C'mon pigtails, girls, and all of those sailors
Get your bags and hold down, won't you just
Hold down cause Ed is watching my every sound
I said they're watching my every sound
The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week
I said Timmy and that purple Monkey are all down
At Bobby's house, making themselves pesters, and lesters
And jesters and my traitors of kind
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
She could outrun the fastest slug
She could ... Marianne
The quickest girl in the frying pan |
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