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There’s tigers waiting in the brush
You’d better give them all your lunch They left me with a bit-off stump Cuz I didn’t know If you look them ‘tween the eyes They might leave you only one to cry from Or they might leave you there for the flies So not in the eyes But: You can say whatever you feel As long as you know you won’t become a meal So shake their paws, seal all the deals If they’ve got an iron grip, then make yours steel So they can feel you’re for real There’s lions waiting in the grass You’d better put on all your masks They’ll catch you if you don’t run fast, So save your ass You can say whatever you feel As long as you know you won’t become a meal So shake their paws, seal all the deals If they’ve got an iron grip, then make yours steel So they can feel you’re for real |
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