When you crawl into my shell You're after my jokes They serves you well When you crawl out of my shell You stole my jokes They serves you well When you crawl into my shell Your after my jokes They serves you well When you crawl out of my shell You stole my jokes They serves you well
I should have taken them back into my shell When I think of what you did my shell ache Stinking mussel-hands Oh, I left her for dead
Stole my jokes They serves you well
You can't comeback into my shell I don't want you back to my shell
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