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I wanna control you ('''Lobsters''': Want to control you oooh)<br /> |
I wanna control you ('''Lobsters''': Want to control you oooh)<br /> |
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I want to make you mine<br /> |
I want to make you mine<br /> |
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+ | I wanna cajole you ('''Lobsters''': Want to cajole you oooh)<br />An offer that I hope you shan't decline<br /> |
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I've got an ocean of devotion<br /> |
I've got an ocean of devotion<br /> |
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And you're the one for me<br /> |
And you're the one for me<br /> |
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And together we'll be<br /> |
And together we'll be<br /> |
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In wonderful wicked harmony<br /> |
In wonderful wicked harmony<br /> |
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It adds a new charge<br /> |
It adds a new charge<br /> |
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Of metropolitan NYC<br /> |
Of metropolitan NYC<br /> |
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I've got an ocean of devotion<br /> |
I've got an ocean of devotion<br /> |
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And you're the one for me<br /> |
And you're the one for me<br /> |
Revision as of 18:24, 16 October 2011
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Sung by: Dr. Blowhole with lobsters and in the end Private and Kowalski
Only I, Dr. Blowhole, know
How to tame this beast at soul
Won't you listen to my power ballad solo
My solo
In a world of mediocre minds
Where genius is dissed by ignoramous mankind
Prepare to be pleasantly astounded
Astounded, oh
I wanna control you (Lobsters: Want to control you oooh)
I want to make you mine
I wanna cajole you (Lobsters: Want to cajole you oooh)
An offer that I hope you shan't decline
I've got an ocean of devotion
And you're the one for me
A mutant disaster
I'll be your master
And together we'll be
In wonderful wicked harmony
Like a beautiful evil
Destiny
Livin' large
It adds a new charge
Of metropolitan NYC
I've got an ocean of devotion
And you're the one for me
You're the one for me, oooh
Private: It's the lilt of an angel's choir.
Kowalski: I sense events taking a turn for the dire.
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