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My friend has my favorite teeth, they bend backwards when she breathes
And it whistles
Sweetness is all sweetness was
Bees are black eyed birds that buzz
My love has my favorite ears, they lean forward when she hears
Well evil is all evil was
Bees are blue eyed knees that buzz
And I said, oh, Michigan, Michigan state
How I'd love to live in you
I've never been to Michigan state, still I want to live in you
Oh you can't speak without your tongue
Don't try to drown without your lungs
Well my snail has my favorite slow, shell helps the snail still the skin lays
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And if my snail has my favorite slow, then my cold has my favorite snow
But if my snail's cold and comes to a halt, then my sea has my favorite salt
The salt keeps the sea from feeling sweet, and my toes have my favorite feet
And if I sweat salt and the Earth sweats heat
Oh Michigan, Michigan state
How I'd loved to live in you
I've never been to Michigan state, still I'd love to live in you
Michigan st-st-st-st-ate
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Yes I love the man who took care of me
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Todos los Dolores ya se van
Y el grafitti dice Peter Pan
Y el zoologico de arcoiris
Arcoirá, arcoirá
En La mañana pienso en mi primo
Y todo lo español que desafino
Que dice quando el sol sonrie
Sonrreirá, sonrreirá
Con tu cara de camello
Toma un bebé tan bello
Cada casa casa tiene llave
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Me And Andy Singing El Rio |
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The Fish Are Scratched Up Flies |
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Not everyone can relate, to what you and I appreciate
Not everyone can relate, to what you and I appreciate
..to what you and I appreciate
Not everyone can relate to what you and I appreciate
Noah is a cowboy but nobody knows
His cattle's on that hillside still nobody knows
Not everyone can relate to what you and I appreciate
But I know you'd like to run away
But it's hard with horseshoes made of clay
And the selfish friend that I am says stay
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