Got this bug-eyed girl
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Cold hand on my knee
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Frozen teeth, chitter chatter
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She's dresed up like a cemetary, like a cemetary
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Snow-bound all winter
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Blue lips on my cheek
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Little tongue's prattlin', rattlin'
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Talking 'bout them hometown geeks, them home-town geeks
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Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
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Help me into your custom kitchen
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Gimme a cup of that old black magic
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I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
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Can you feel it
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It's chilly and a-freezin'
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Wake up Wendy, moods are changing
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I got a reason, you got a feeling
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Wake up Wendy, love's in season
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Feels like a steam clean
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When she washes me
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Valves a-bustin', pumps a-hissin'
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Just peel me off the ceiling, off the ceiling
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Chill-eyed, bug-eyed girl
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Zap me into cinders
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Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
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Melt me with your little fingers, with your little fingers
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Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
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Help me into your custom kitchen
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Gimme a cup of that old black magic
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I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
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Can you feel it
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It's chilly and a-freezin'
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Wake up Wendy, moods are changing
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I got a reason, you got a feeling
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Wake up Wendy, love's in season x3
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Wake Up Wendy
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| Elton John |
