George - there is a monster under my bed | Текст песни

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• George
• there is a monster under my bed

There's a monster under my bed
He keep's whispering give me your hand
Does he want us to be friends
Or does he plan to eat me instead?

Monster, be quiet
Mother could hear your stomach
Saying I want to eat your chubby arms
Like a huge grilled chicken farm

There's a monster under my bed
He keeps wispering show me your head
I think if I try to be his friend
I may end up cold blue and dead

Monster I'm on a diet
I've only swallowed vegetables
I think I taste like a vegan
You'd better grab a cold cold beer can

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