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Playing Dead lyrics
I know that you don't love me
I know you hate my guts
I know the nasty things you say
About me, to those sluts
Well, maybe I'm a weasel
Maybe I'm a liar
Maybe I'm a skinny punk
Who couldn't change a tire
I'm laying down
I'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick
No way, baby
I've always been this pasty
I've always been this shape
I'm just a teensy-weensy thing
Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes
I'm laying down
I'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick
No way, baby
You know that you could train me
You know I'd sit and beg
But you think I'm just a dirty dog
That tried to hump that pretty leg
I'm laying down
I'm playing dead
I ain't fetchin' no stick
No way, baby
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- Track 12 on Give Yourself a Hand
- 11 Aching to Sneeze
- 13 Handy Candyman
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