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# Happy birthday, dear Melissa
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# Happy birthday...
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(Madonna) Yo, Mel,
this is your birthday poem.
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Way back in the beginning
When I started all of my sinning
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I needed a partner in crime you could say
So I went on a search and I started to pray
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I walked into my
manager's office one morn
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I was mouthin' out loud in my usual form
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As my eyes toured the room
My poor heart skipped a beat
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For there in the corner
was the picture of sweet
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She was glued to the phone
She was bathed in pastels
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Her Lee Press-Ons were sittin'
They were longer than hell
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I turned and I winked
and I said "Hey, Miss Muffet"
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"You think you can work for a bitch?
Can you tough it?"
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"I'm gagging. No way.
Get me out of this dump"
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I said "Hey, Freddy,
find a new girl to pump"
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(whooping)
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So the rest is like history, legend, OK?
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You wanna hear dish
She don't play it that way
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How can I thank you,
My sweet Melly Mel?
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You pick up my shit
and my undies that smell
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You shield me from assholes
And take all their calls
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You buy me my Tampax
and rubbers and all
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(Melissa) Size: large.
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Now you can't count on much in this life
I should know
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But I guess I got lucky
I found me a pro
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She still lives in the Valley