No one will eat him
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A yellow raspberry
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Perched on top of the thorn bush
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Up high and ugly, up high and weird
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This minute, twenty years ago
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Your hair looked just as bad
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Talking nonstop to a little rubber pixie
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What has changed as you tell your doll hello?
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More indignant, less recognizable
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You became a bag lady’s son
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Beating off nonstop to the escort pages
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What has changed as you tell your cross hello?
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You left with some money
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More self-righteous, less hopeful
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Up high and ugly, up high and eugh!
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This minute, twenty seconds ago
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Your face looks just as dumb
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Singing nonsense to your voicemail
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What has changed as you tell your cactus hello?
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More fixated, less relief
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You became a faggot dressed like a bunny
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Beating off nonstop to the escort pages
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What has changed as you tell the mirror hello?
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