Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free
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And I ain't never gonna be
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Eaten by the monster of love
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It's hard to fight it off much more
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I hear it drooling by the door
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Eaten by the monster of love
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It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
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It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
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Goo-gooy-ey eyes
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Sick sickly smiles
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It just isn't right
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And my father said "don't worry, son"
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But look at him, he should have run
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
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There ain't too many left who ain't been
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Buy a dog and that might help
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Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Let it huff, let it puff
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Eaten by the monster of love
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I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type
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(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, etc.)
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I know some really good, good people
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Overcome, and piece by piece they were
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Sometimes it takes a nip at me
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But I'm too quick to ever be
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Eaten by the monster of love
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Eaten By The Monster Of Love
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| Sparks |
