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What shall we do about themWhen they move into your neighborhoodThey take over, but goodThey want you all body and soulThen it's just your bodyThen they goWhat shall we do about them
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One of them asked me to dineThen he ate me all upGot full and then he blew me upI got big and round and lovableHe saw I was immovableHe got bored, went to warI got one baby, he's giving me moreOnce I swore I'd never give myself up
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I know that them we are notI have loved them a lotAnd I have loved a lot of themYou could say that I'm experiencedEnough to know that they are aliensDo you keep them away, beg them to staySay it's O.K., do it their wayI used to say I'd never give myself up
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