| She told me not to step on the cracks
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| I told her not to fuss and relax
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| Well, her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
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| But now she sleeps with one eye open
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| That’s the price she’ll pay
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| I took a knife and cut out her eye
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| I took it home and watched it wither and die
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| Well, she’s lucky that I didn’t slip her a smile
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| That’s why she sleeps with one eye open, oh
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| But that’s the price she’ll pay
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| I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
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| I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| I’ll cut your little heart out ‘cause you made me cry
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| I slipped my hand under her skirt
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| I said don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt
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| Oh, my reputation’s kind of clouded with dirt
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| That’s why you sleep with one eye open
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| But that’s the price you’ll pay
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| I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
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| I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| I’ll cut your little heart out ‘cause you made me cry
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| You made me cry
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| You made me cry
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| You made me cry
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| I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
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| I said, girl with one eye
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| Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
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| And I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
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| And I said, hey, girl with one eye
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| I’ll cut your little heart out ‘cause you made me cry |