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BLONDIE
Hey, you've got an unnerving face And twitching eyes like Norman Bates You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror Farm boy brown gas station sweeper You took that girl, you put the saddle on her Just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple And she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh Hey, your Daddy's Whiskey Sam He's got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets You wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches She bitches like a brat, she got the money People breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny Where's your old man now? Nobody's home, uh-huh Kidnapper Hey, they call you Skinny Jim And nobody knows the boat you're in They dipped your tail when you were back in school Well, you're a real strange cake but your nobody's fool So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her Just thirteen, she's fresh out of diapers And she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh She don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh I said "She don't know you're the kidnapper," uh-huh
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