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Seven Sons in seven years, Bake them all a cake to end careers She knows everybody’s girl You complicated clown, Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you. Commie-cub with a crooked crown. Coming up a lot to come back down She knows everybody’s girl. You complicated clown, Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you. She’s the beggar’s choice With her father’s voice. With her father’s voice. She’s the beggar’s choice Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you. From Letras Mania