Beautiful wrists and ice cream hips
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we spooned her out for tea
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with our aprons on and a southern rhyme
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humming off our chins
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beautiful thing hide your eggs
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and roll your stone away
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cause there¡¯s a new kind of fear
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dinning with us
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and the old folks at home
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Old Folks
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| The Tuna Helpers |
