| Well I spoke to the devil
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| I told him to go to HELL!
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| He said,
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| «Hey, boy I just come from there.»
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| So I said
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| «Well,» (well)
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| He smiled like a shark.
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| Old teeth, pretty teeth,
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| Sharp teeth, pretty sharp.
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| He looked like an inspector,
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| With bright green eyes.
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| Green thin fingers,
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| Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa pointing…
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| Don’t you know he was right?
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| Sitting on your high horse.
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| When the cowboys come for me,
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| Its sucha a crude form of transport,
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| A means to an end.
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| And an end and an end and an end.
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth.
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| Pretty pretty, sharp teeth all in a row…
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| Face to face,
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| Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth.
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| And next time,
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| Taste the taste,
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| The sweet-sweet bittersweet taste of excess…
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| Well, well, yes!
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| Ahh, he said he was a a peekish boss
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| A broken bed of nails,
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| Nails on fingers
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| My-My-My
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| My-My Fingers!
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| Sitting on your high horse.
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| When the cowboys come for me,
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| Its sucha a crude form of transport,
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| A means to an end,
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| And an end and an end and an end
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth.
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| Pretty pretty, sharp teeth all in a row.
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| And I know (know)
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| We want to dance together
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| He licked his eyebrows clean
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| Say My-my-my I’m so impressed
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| I’m in distress, ITS YOUR DRESS!
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| Oh no Baby …(?)
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| I do declare! |
| Oh noooo… OW!
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| And for the last time…
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| Well I spoke to the devil,
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| I told him to go to HELL!
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| He said,
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| «Boy, I just come from there»
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| I said,
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| «Well, well, well…»
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| Oh well, well, well!
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| He smiled at me and
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| Lifts his jaw, folded wings a flood (?)
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| And if we can fly then we can go,
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| To hell, hell, hell…
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| «Well hell’s a hard place my boy.»
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth.
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| PRETTY!
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| Sharp teeth, pretty sharp.
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth.
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| Pretty sharp.
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| Pretty pretty…
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth
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| With sharp hooks and big teeth
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| Sharp teeth and (?)
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| Sharp teeth, pretty teeth
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| Sharp, sharp, sharp, sharp… SHARP. |