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There's tigers waiting in the brushyou'd better give 'em all your lunchThey left me with a bit of stump'cause I didn't knowIf you look 'em 'tween the eyesthey might leave you only one to cry fromOr they might leave you there for the fliesSo not in the eyesYou can say whatever you feelas long as you know you won't become a mealSo, shake their pawsseal all the dealsif they got an iron gripthen make yours steel...So it can feel you're for realThere's lions waiting in the grassyou'd better put on all your masksThey'll catch you if you don't run fastSo save your assYou can say whatever you feelas long as you know you won't become a mealSo, shake their pawsseal all the dealsif they've got an iron gripthen make yours steel...So it can feel you're for real Aus Songtexte Mania