There's a tiny little man
for his tiny little spouse
'cause he hates to hear her sing
Step on little toes and ankles
And she just topples over
She holds to some sign of happiness
like she clutches her pocketbook
she'll never let go while he's
throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said
and his tiny little spouse
which falls down tiny stairs
and he swings his little fists
and he splits her tiny hairs
and she slits her little wrists
Step on little toes and ankles
And she just topples over
He is carefully watching himself
While she's avoiding his eyes
throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said
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