You are not in focus
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(pinch the buns und pass the weenie, looking for the perfect queen bee)
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In your heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the phoniest of all)
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Through the cracks you crawl
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(in between the contradictions, what is truth and what is friction)
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With no legs at all (in the corner with the pie, you kissed the girls
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and made them cry but when the boys came out to play, you made a perfect getaway)
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Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wiggley, wiggley, viggley, wiggley worm
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Now your dreams have come true
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(high atop an ivory tower, counting every pre-cious hour)
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There is nothing to do (in the comfort of the soil there is no place for sweat and toil)
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Bigger fish get fried (I don't want to grow a head, I'd rather fuck myself instead)
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In the grass you hide
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(mommy told me, and its true, I am a better worm than you
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oh, how I love the squeaky sound of music from the Underground)
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Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm
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When is man not a man?
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When he? a sham
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Stick the bait upon the hook
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Wigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wigqley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm
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Wiggley Worm
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