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I was shaking with laughterScared the bratty childrenDid I destroy the ambianceI'm sure for that hoity-toity patronIt wasn't pretty when I looked into the faceOops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaosWhat's the, what's the, who's the prickWe was hidden in the potted plantsI know and we was no obnoxiousBut I could see, there in the sun roomThe growing storm of disapprovalIt wasn't pretty when I looked into the faceOops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaosWhat's the, what's the, who's the prickI ain't supposed to laughCan't let your children see thatI ain't supposed to wonderWhat's the, who's the prickWhat's the, who's the prickWhat's the, who's the prickWhat's the, what's the, who's the prick From Letras Mania