Here is a limb that catches the eyes
Mister, I am trouble, I am
Flies and sings and catches the sun
Ripples talk, ripples remember
There's a cage in the town
There's people don't know I'm around
There's a threat in the sound
The girls are understanding
And they'd truly like to say
Keep a rugged profile
And you're rolling in their hay
The boys have grown to like you
And they closely watch your game
If only they were older
Then they'd surely do the same
Take a look in my traveling bag
Mister, I am trouble, I am
Work and run and breathe things slow
Ripples talk, ripples remember
There's a cage in the town
There's people don't know I'm around
There's a threat in the sound
Deformed man hits small town
Sex jokes and innuendo, a murder

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