She got me with her look
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She got me with her stare
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Bright blue eyes and her long blond hair
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From the start it was easy to see
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This was the girl for me
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Who cares if she was 83?
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She could make me silent, she could make me shout
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And she drove me wild with those dentures out
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When we ate people said we were rude
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Because I had pre-chew her food
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Her skin was saggy, so was the rest.
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I put my hand up her skirt and I felt her breast.
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We made love, and the more I thrust
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The more the room was covered in dust
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Room was covered in dust
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Then one day I felt a chill
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As I woke up from my bed
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She was lying real still
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My little lady was already dead
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The wake happened on a Saturday night
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I just sat there and bowed my head.
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A little girl was on my right
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Crying because her Grandma was dead
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And that little girl she got me with her looks
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Got me with her tears
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Feminine beauty beyond her years.
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From the start it was easy to see
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That was the girl for me
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Who cares if she was only three?
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A Love Ballad
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| Bo Burnham |
