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Hey there, funny faceDo you like my voice high?Wouldn't you say it's perfect forA clown to try?I make flowers of out napkins, andDogs out of balloonsIf you look, my dogs barkAnd my flowers, they bloomDon't let it bother youI can handle a knifeI'm a man, I'm a manI will surviveThese riddles I tellYou won't find in a storeAfter that last oneLet's hang out some moreThis riddle I tellIs sure to pass you byGuess who I amOr your dollar is mineI'm carried in pocketsLetras de cancionesI fly in the skySane I am notBut things I can buyDon't let it bother youI can handle a knifeI'm a man, I'm a manI will surviveThese riddles I tellYou won't find in a storeAfter that last oneLet's hang out some more'Cause you're a good guyHere's riddle number twoFor no money at allThis is what I like to doWith the crusts on my headStanding still is a skillSo my flattery friendsCan get their fillIf I know a riddleYou must answer in truth:If I need to sleepCan I snooze under your roofIf I need to sleepCan I snooze under your roof? From Letras Mania