| Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing
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| And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
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| My skin is crawling, everybody’s chin is falling,
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| jaws are dropping left and right
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| Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
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| With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
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| Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
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| I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off
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| Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off
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| Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
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| But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable
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| From the sound of the candy wrappers
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| Down to the handicappers
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| Everybody’s got to exercise a little caution
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| But every so often expect things to get hectic or Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
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| Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin
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| Isn’t it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
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| We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
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| A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
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| The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
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| But it isn’t your invitation to imitate
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| In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle
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| But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
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| Just for example, we all want to live a bit
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| Whatever, it’s your body of water, why should I give a shit
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| Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
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| Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
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| The mask comes off, and your face fades away
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| You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
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| Black and white rainbow, you know you ain’t acting right
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| Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight
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| The time has come thicker than blood
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| And make no mistake, I’m a stick in the mud
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| I’m a kick in your pants and I’m a lump in your throat
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| And I’m the hassle in your castle, I’m going to jump in your moat
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| Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital
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| Makes this mission impossible
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| Pretty much, I’ve got no patients left and as a physician or doctor
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| It puts me in an awkward position
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| No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip
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| So what makes you think you can sink my battleship
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| We ain’t family, drama queen, the camera’s rolling
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| Show me your swollen memories before the moment’s stolen
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| Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks
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| And coming with the full clip, I’m sick of this bullshit
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| Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
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| Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
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| The mask comes off, and your face fades away
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| You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray |