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Don't let it get me
Don't let it get me Don't let it get me Don't let it get me Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free And I ain't never gonna be Eaten by the monster of love It's hard to fight it off much more I hear it drooling by the door Eaten by the monster of love It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em It chews them up and spits out creatures with those Goo-gooy-ey eyes Sick sickly smiles It just isn't right And my father said "don't worry, son" But look at him, he should have run Eaten by the monster of love Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death There ain't too many left who ain't been Eaten by the monster of love Buy a dog and that might help Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and Eaten by the monster of love Eaten by the monster of love Let it huff, let it puff Eaten by the monster of love I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type Don't let it get me Don't let it get me Don't let it get me Don't let it get me I know some really good, good people Overcome, and piece by piece they were Eaten by the monster of love Sometimes it takes a nip at me But I'm too quick to ever be Eaten by the monster of love
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