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Logic Died Last Night (After a Short Illness)
(You can't make this stuff up) :|
Connie says to him, "You're a nitwit!
A thoroughly obtuse moron!
Honest to God, you got no clue
That girl loves the ground you walk on!"
"What?" He responds, bewildered.
"I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Dee.
She's got as much use for me
As a wino for sassafrass tea"
"Your problem is," She continues.
"You can never believe it's true
That anyone could come close to a love
Like the one you got for you."
"Well, you've given me much to ponder."
He says, thoughtfully scratching his head.
"I guess the first thing I oughta do is
Get dressed, and get outta your bed!"
Connie says to him, "You're a nitwit!
A thoroughly obtuse moron!
Honest to God, you got no clue
That girl loves the ground you walk on!"
"What?" He responds, bewildered.
"I know you ain't talkin' 'bout Dee.
She's got as much use for me
As a wino for sassafrass tea"
"Your problem is," She continues.
"You can never believe it's true
That anyone could come close to a love
Like the one you got for you."
"Well, you've given me much to ponder."
He says, thoughtfully scratching his head.
"I guess the first thing I oughta do is
Get dressed, and get outta your bed!"
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