I met a girl, she was a frog princess
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I guess I ought to make it clear
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That I saw nothing through her see-through dress
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Until she whispered in my ear
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"You don't really love me and I don't really mind
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'Cause I don't love anybody,
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That stuff is just a waste of time
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Your place or mine?"
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I met a girl, she was a complete mess
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I should've left her well alone?but oh no, not me!
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I had to see if underneath that dress
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Her heart was really made of stone
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I met a girl, she was a frog princess
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And yes I do regret it now
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But how was I to know that just one kiss
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Could turn my frog into a cow?
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And now I'm rid of her I must confess
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To thinking 'bout what might have been
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And I can visualise my frog princess
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Beneath a shining guillotine
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You don't really love me and I don't really mind
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'Cause I don't love anybody,
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I come and go through people's love lives
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Your place or mine?
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The Frog Princess
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| The Divine Comedy |
