A bouncy little number about OCD.
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A true story from my childhood. Well, it never really happened, but still, it's true.
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G
It was a strangely hot September day
C D
So many years ago
G
You could have fried an egg on the bare sidewalk
C D
You would have sold your soul for snow
Em D
Mary Lou's creamsickle was melting fast
Em D
And I didn't see the harm
Em D
In licking up that sticky white cream
C D
As it trickled down her arm
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I licked her arm
G C D
I licked her arm
G C D
I licked her arm
G C D
I licked her arm
Out of all the kids I knew in school
Mary Lou has done the best
When it comes to fame and fortune
She's outdone all the rest
When i see her picture in the tabloids
I get just a little alarmed
At the warm glow in my trousers
As I gaze upon her arm
Chorus