Grease drools down from between your lips,
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Drips down just like the grease on your fingertips.
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Over and down the side of your mouth.
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Pardon me man, if you mean it, pack up.
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Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up!
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Leave me alone, I'm going home.
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Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up!
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Leave me alone, I'm going home.
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Did I ever ask you about your plans?
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Did I say I wanted to know all about your favorite thing? Ooooo!
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No, no. I threw my sweater on the floor.
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You threw my lovin' out the door.
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Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up!
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Wipe it up, wipe it up!
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Leave me alone, you're a bonehead.
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You've got big hair and a comely doo.
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You never make a million dollars a year.
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Say some more 'bout how you know it all.
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And how the pretty pages will fall when you call.
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Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up!
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Leave me alone, I'm going home.
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Wipe it up!
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Leave me alone, I'm going home.
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Wipe it up
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| Blake Babies |
