| The rose is pruned to a perfect shape
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| Perfect for whom, I wonder
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| The chicken thinks in mysterious ways
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| But beauty is not what we’re after
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| Now the chicken imagines a heaven
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| Full of roosters and plenty of corn
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| And God is a very old rooster
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| And eggs are like Jesus, his son
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| Every day is a miracle
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| Every day is an unpaid bill
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| You’ve got to sing for your supper
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| Love one another
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| A cockroach might eat Mona Lisa
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| The pope don’t mean shit to a dog
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| And elephants don’t read newspapers
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| And the kiss of a chicken is hot
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| The brain of a chicken
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| And the dick of a donkey
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| A pig in a blanket
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| And that’s why you want me
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| What does it feel like
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| To be your tongue
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| Moving around in your mouth?
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| To be free in the forest of your love
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| A cockroach in the cosmos of your house
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| Every day is a miracle
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| Every day is an unpaid bill
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| You’ve got to sing for your supper
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| Love one another
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| I’m a blonde, a brunette and a redhead
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| I thought up the birds and the bees
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| My software is famous all over
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| My money is growing on trees
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| The mind is a soft boiled potato
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| A jewel in a chocolate shell
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| I staple my love to your heart dear
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| With memories and beautiful smells
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| Every day is a miracle
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| Every day is an unpaid bill
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| You’ve got to sing for your supper
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| Love one another
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| Every day is a miracle
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| Every day is an unpaid bill
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| You’ve got to sing for your supper
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| Love one another |