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I slit my wrist with my swing line Copied myself 500 times I pierced my ears with a three-hole punch Ate twelve dozen doughnuts for lunch So next week I'ma walk Next week I'ma walk And the week after that I'm gonna run I swam in an Olympic-sized pool Had a picnic with a ventriloquist Saw my brother coming up the hill He wrapped a beach towel 'round my wrist Songtexte So next week I'ma walk Next week I'ma walk And the week after that I'm gonna run I dumped Surel for an older man Now I'm doing it for Dante Gimme some of that nasty water I'll take it one sip at a time So next week I'ma walk Next week I'ma walk And the week after that I'm gonna run So next week I'ma walk Next week I'ma walk And the week after that I'm gonna run On one of those things: It's something like a treadmill I think So next week I'ma walk Next week I'ma walk And the week after that I'm gonna run Aus Songtexte Mania