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Dear Mrs. Wiskerson, I'm in love with you Red butts on monkeys I need you in my life Your delightful smile The way that your whiskers tickle my face when we kiss And dear Mrs. Wiskerson I need to live with you Then we can travel to Timbuktu And we can go to the local zoo And open a fresh batch of grape Kool-Aid Dear Mrs. Wiskerson, I drove to your house Those goddamn motorcycles Kept us away Dear Mrs. Wiskerson, I drive to your house No matter where you were Or how long it takes Dear Mrs. Wiskerson, I'm so sick of this I miss you Won't you please come home? Dear Mrs. Wiskerson, Aren't you sick of this? Aren't you tired of sleeping alone? Aus Songtexte Mania