Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
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And he shows them pearly white
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Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, babe
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And he keeps them out of sight
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When the shark bites
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with those teeth, dear
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Scarlet billows start to spread
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Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath
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So there's never, never a trace of red
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Oh the shark has pretty teath,dear
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Now the Mack is back in town.
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Mack the Knife
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| Clay Aiken |
