| You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
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| Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
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| Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
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| I’m your book of the month, read the fine print later
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| We’ll invent new four letter words
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| You are the bitter, I am the sweet
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| Run through the fields, sing with the birds
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| You are the griddle, I am the meat
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| I’ll turn you on like the electric company
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| You are the bitter, I am the sweet
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| Flick on the switch and light your pilot light
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| You are the griddle, I am the meat
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| You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
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| Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
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| Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
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| I’m your book of the month, read the fine print later
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| We’ll laugh away our golden years
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| You are the bitter, I am the sweet
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| We’ll line the clouds with silver tears
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| You are the griddle, I am the meat
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| You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
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| Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
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| Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
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| I’m your book of the month, read the fine print later
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| You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading
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| Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher
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| Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper
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| I’m your book of the month, read the fine print later
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| You are the bitter, I am the sweet
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| You are the griddle, I am the meat
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| You are the trick, I am the treat
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| You are the circus, I am the freak
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| You are the bitter, I am the sweet
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| You are the griddle, I am the meat
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| You are the trick, I am the treat
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| You are the circus, I am the freak |