| I have listened to all
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| The fucking shit you ever told me
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| But I’m alright
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| All your wisdom molded
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| Every bit of my age-old fear
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| But I’m alright
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| I have lost my conscience
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| Caused by your ambience
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| I got a little outta control
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| But once I looked over your fence
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| Every thing made sense
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| Too big for you, to beat me was your goal
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| Pretending he’s a fighter
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A silly sneaky sniper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A grown up back seat driver
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| But I won’t change your diaper
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| I just picked up joys
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| And tossed the mess away you left here
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| Now I’m alright
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| Banned your wicked toys
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| Denied access to lose my theft fear
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| Now I’m alright
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| I have moved to the city
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| Bruised but still pretty
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| Outright you’re back for another fight
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| At once I look over your fence — again
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| Everything makes sense — again
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| Too bright so I might minimize your might
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| Pretending he’s a fighter
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A silly sneaky sniper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A grown up back seat driver
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| But I won’t change your diaper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| Pretending he’s a fighter
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A silly sneaky sniper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A grown up back seat driver
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| But I won’t change your diaper
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| Instrumental
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| Pretending he’s a fighter
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A silly sneaky sniper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A grown up back seat driver
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| But I won’t change your diaper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| Pretending he’s a fighter
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A silly sneaky sniper
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| A grown up back seat driver
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| You’re a little ankle-biter
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| But I won’t change your diaper |