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I've made an error, A grave mistake. I don't believe I didn't notice. Why wasn't I told? How did I get so drunk? I'm not normally that bad. Things were going so well. No! No!! |
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Things were different last night She looked like a siren. But he had his beer-goggles on... |
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She had no teeth. Tee-ee-eeth. Not a single tooth left in her head. |
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I knew that smile wasn't quite right. But it just didn't register. Darkness hides everything, And alcohol covers up the rest. If only last night was a dream, Then I'd be out of this nightmare. But now it's all so horribly clear. Why me? |
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Things were different last night She looked like a siren. But he had his beer-goggles on... |
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She had no teeth. Tee-ee-eeth. Not a single tooth left in her head. |
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No molars, no premolars. No incisors, no canines. Not a single tooth left in her head. Gum Central Baby!. Never to feel the playful tickle of the bristles in the morning, Or the evening. Her teeth are off with the fairies. She had no teeth. |
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© 1995 RBTB. |
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You were the sweetest creature on the farm, And I loved you like my own. With your rubbery head and your little turkey feet, The greatest bird I've ever known. |
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But how these things they quickly change. I can't see through this hunger haze. Now all I see you as is dinner. |
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Run turkey run from me now, Because I'm coming to eat you. Run turkey run from this house, Yes I'm going to eat you. Open wide! Here comes the onion. It's nothing personal - you taste good with Cranberry Sauce. |
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I remember the day when your beak came through the shell, My favourite eggy of the bunch. When we used to play and have picnics in the fields, I never thought of you as lunch. |
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But how these things they quickly change. I can't see through this hunger haze. Now all I want you for is dinner. |
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Run turkey run from me now, Because I'm coming to eat you. Run turkey run from this house, Yes I'm going to eat you. Open wide! Here comes the onion. It's nothing personal - you taste good with Cranberry Sauce. |
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© 1999 RBTB. |
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