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And though I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man?
SpongeBob, being a man is just a tough job
I hope you're picked to be the best spongeBobs ever had
Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab
Now wait a minute
I think we hit a wall
I think we hit a psychic wall
Maybe we're just young
And we won't know 'til we're old
Too young to free ourselves
From this lonely fish bowl
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
We can get a burn
Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton, he will never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To his computer wife
You think he would've found by now
To be sought as a king
We don't need a burn
And though I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man?
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- Track 5 on Gosford Park
- 4 Bored To Sobs
- 6 And Her Mother Came Too
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