One day he was admiring his reflection
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in his favorite mirror
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When he realised all too clearly
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what a freakin' old beasty man he was
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Who is? you is, you is now son
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I took to hiding, I took to hiding
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I took to hiding, hiding strange things
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I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front
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I starting running, I starting running on the spot
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Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat your
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Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat ya
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We're all food, your cake
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We're all the food, your weirdos' cream
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Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast
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I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front
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You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things
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One day she was touching her reflection
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in her favorite mirror
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when she relised all to clearly
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what a freakin' old weirdo she was
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Who was? She was, she is...
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fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast
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She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things
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I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front
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| Happy Mondays |
