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i have no legs but i get aroundturning right things upside downpeople around me looking, sighingi'm only six but i don't mind dyingchorus:i don't want no curly friesi don't need no dead meat piesi know a little restaurant down by the beachso baby, come with me and we'll eat by the seai'll dial your seven digits tonighttry real hard to start up a fightthen make up before it's to lateand ask you on a Tuesday night date(chorus)(instumental break)so if you've got a better ideathen whisper it into my earand i'll tell you why it won't work(chorus) From Letras Mania