Brainiacs Daughter
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Made me a suit of bricks and mortar
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And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes
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Brainiacs Daughter
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Took me on a sleigh ride underwater
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And I'm crazy for girls like that
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Oh yes Sir, yes Sir
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Three bags full Sir
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All across the land the bells ring out
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It's night, sun shines bright
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So I reach to hold her frozen hand in flight
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As we alight in the bottle city of Kandor
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Brainiacs Daughter
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Talks like a Daily Planet Reporter
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Sitting cross legged there on the mat, oh yes
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Brainiacs Daughter
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Swallowed the pocket watch I bought her
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And I'm crazy for girls like that
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Oh yes Sir, Yes Sir
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All fall down Sir
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And I love the lights that blink on and off
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All around her head
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And I love the clothes that she tries on and off
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Landing on the bed
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Yes Sir, Yes Sir
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Three bags full Sir
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Brainiacs Daughter
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