| Lyric: | |
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| But it was my mother who made me the seventh son | |
| And the man plays a beautiful whistle | |
| Safely walk to school without a sound | |
| I need your sweet love to beat love away | |
| Except the same little things that you do are annoying | |
| Why don't you kick yourself out you're an immigrant too | |
| There's all kinds of red-headed women | |
| Throw it in the garbage can | |
| | Lyric: | |
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| I lean to touch her and I whisper | |
| When i see my face I want to disappear | |
| Red hair with a curl mellow roll for the flavor | |
| Unequivocally showing my age | |
| Make the sweat drip out of every pore | |
| Your lip tastes sour | |
| I'll bet you five you're not alive | |
| Your smile is like a breath of spring | |
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'The' Bands 
Musician by Picture 
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
