[Chesapeakestripper]

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Well I didn't tell anyone
But a bird flew by, saw what I had done
He set up a nest outside
And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud, sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear
So I invited him in just to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
Stood on it to make him stop

I picked up the bird, and above the din
I said, "that's the last song you'll ever sing"

Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

But in my dreams
Began to creep
That old familiar
"Tweet, tweet, tweet"

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout

I opened my mouth to scream and shout
I waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout
The song was coming from my mouth

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