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| BIRTHDAY | ||||||||||
| For your birthday, I am taking you to Wal Mart | ||||||||||
| and I will proudly walk you down that aisle' | ||||||||||
| To read each and every birthday card, dear, | ||||||||||
| 'Cause I know how to treat a girl with style! | ||||||||||
| I'll let you play with their high-priced computer, | ||||||||||
| you can play a big ol' game of hearts, | ||||||||||
| And I can't think of nothin' that is cuter, | ||||||||||
| than stealin' other peoples' shoppin' carts | ||||||||||
| After housewares, we can go and check out clearance, | ||||||||||
| and then look at furniture and lamps, you push the cart and I'll run interference, | ||||||||||
| But, please, no deli, | ||||||||||
| Last time I got cramps! | ||||||||||
| and when, at last, your special day is over, and we go out that automatic door, | ||||||||||
| We'll go home to our shack in the clover, | ||||||||||
| and dream about that super Wal Mart store! | ||||||||||
| The End | ||||||||||