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BIRTHDAY |
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For your birthday, I am taking you to Wal Mart |
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and I will proudly walk you down that aisle' |
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To read each and every birthday card, dear, |
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'Cause I know how to treat a girl with style! |
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I'll let you play with their high-priced computer, |
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you can play a big ol' game of hearts, |
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And I can't think of nothin' that is cuter, |
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than stealin' other peoples' shoppin' carts |
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After housewares, we can go and check out clearance, |
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and then look at furniture and lamps, you push the cart and I'll run interference, |
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But, please, no deli, |
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Last time I got cramps! |
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and when, at last, your special day is over, and we go out that automatic door, |
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We'll go home to our shack in the clover, |
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and dream about that super Wal Mart store! |
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The End |
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