| Come on in and see my A’s
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| Come on in and see my I’s
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| Come on in and see my ways
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| Come on in and see my wife
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| My wife
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| She’s got a middle just like her mother
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| She’s got a middle sing, surely governed
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| Don’t look up, don’t look up
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| And don’t look down
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| Come on in and see my A’s
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| Come on in and see my I’s
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| Come on in and feel my weight
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| Come on in and see my wife
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| My wife
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| Who was it said, I don’t know a thing
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| Who was it said, I believe everything
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| You check the facts, you check the facts
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| You eat my shits and you read my back
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| Come on in and see my A’s
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| Come on in and see my I’s
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| Come on in and be my rays
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| Come on in and see my wife
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| My wife
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| She’s got a middle sewn up like roses
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| She’s got a middle wrapped up in poses
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| Don’t look up, don’t look up
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| And don’t look back
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| Who was it said, I got a funny face
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| Who was it said, her teeth are never straight
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| You check the facts, you check the facts
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| You taste my shits and you read my back
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| Come on in and see my A’s
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| Come on in and see my I’s
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| Come on in and be my rays
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| Come on in and see my wife |