Late last night
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I was speaking with my wife
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when she turned into a momur
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tried to put me uptight
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I said "You don't scare me"
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then she let out a scream
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that's when my heart started jumpin'
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like a broken t.v.
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She was a momur and it was just like I told ya'
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she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'"
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The very next morning
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I was watching cartoons
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when I thought I saw a momur
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it was you know who
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well, she backed me in a corner
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tried to kill me with a broom
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and shouted personal remarks
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from across the living room
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She was a momur and it was just like I told ya'
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she said "You better watch out, I might bite a big hole in ya'"
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Late last night
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I was speaking with my wife again
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when she turned into a momur again
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tried to put me uptight again
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she took me favorite guitar
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and she smashed it on the floor
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when she danced around on top of it,
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I thought I might get sore
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She was momur
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The Momur
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| Adrian Belew |
