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Please Don't Take My Song
You can take that dog of yours, You can take your bong You can take the stuff you put in it But please don’t take my song! CHORUS Cause if you take my song, I might move to Hong Kong The pointy hat would make me sad That’s not where I belong Yeah if you take my song, The tears will come along You might as well remove my heart And stab it with a prong! ************* You can take your underwear, It always fit you wrong You can take my typewriter But please don’t take my song! Your brother, you can take him too, And the couch he sleeps on all day long You can take the dirty dishes But please don’t take my song! REPEAT CHORUS Some day I will be a star And wear a golden thong So be my guest and take it all… But please don’t take my song
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