Can Mary fry some fish, mama
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I'm as hungry as can be
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Oh lord, how I wish, mama
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You could stop the baby cryin'
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'Cause my head is killing me
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I saw my ex again last night mama
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She was at the dance at Miller's store
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She was with that Jackie White mama
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I killed them both
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And they're buried under Jacob's sycamore
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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I didn't mean to break your cup
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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You better let 'em lock me up
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Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup mama
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As I might squeeze him too tight
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I'm havin' crazy dreams again mama
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So let me tell you 'bout last night
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I woke up in Johnny's room mama
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Standing right there by his bed
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With my hands around his throat mama
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Wishing both of us were dead
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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I just killed Johnny's pup
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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You'd better let 'em lock me up
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Oh you recall that little girl mama
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I believe her name was Betty Clark
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Oh don't tell me that she's dead mama
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'Cause I just saw her in the park
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We were sitting on a bench mama
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Thinking of a game to play
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Seems I was holding a wrench mama
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Then my mind just walked away
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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I didn't mean to break your cup
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You think I'm psycho don't you mama
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Mama why don't you get up?
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Psycho
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| Elvis Costello |
