I wrote this song late last night
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about my brother and all his might
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and you would be so very kind
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to listen to these words I've written
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about the boy who seems quite smitten
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but like no other you will find
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cause baby I know the reasons why we were unkind
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He's Laurel he's Hardy he's the life of the party
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and he's got great taste in furniture
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Wakes up at noon plays the piano til he swoons
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goes out for food
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cause baby I know the reasons why we were unkind
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but I gotta know why
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Three years before me you came out and cried
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boy not a girl where'd you get all that pride
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you are so very thin and I've always wanted to fit into your pants
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photogenic at first glance but got something missing for romance
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we share a mother we do and a daddy too
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home on Querbes avenue and a melancholy mood
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with a rhapsody in blue
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cause baby I know the reasons why we were unkind
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first born son, son of a gun
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I love you even more than when the song was begun
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first born son, son of a gun
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Laurel & Hardy
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| Martha Wainwright |
