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| - I;m being pulled in a new direction, But I think I like it. I think I like it. I'm being pulled in a new direction. Through my painful pursuit, Somehow birdies took root. All the things I detested impossibly cute. God! What do I do? Pulled--- Mother always said be kind to strangers, But she doesn't know what they destroy. I can feel the clear and present dangers, When she learns that the boy... Has got me pulled in a new direction, But I think I like it. [PUGSLEY] That was good! That was good! [WEDNESDAY] I think I like it. [PUGSLEY] Do it again! Do it again! [WEDNESDAY] I'm being pulled in a new direction, But this feeling, I know is impossible, So I'll confide that I've tried but I can't let it go. It's disgustingly true! Pulled, pulled, pulled! Puppy dogs with droopy faces, Unicorns with dancing mice, Sunrise in wide open spaces, DisneyWorld - I'll go there twice! Butterflies and picnic lunches, Bunches of chrysanthamums, Lollipops and pillow fights and christmas eve, Sugar plums! String quartets and Chia Pets, And afternoon banana splits, Angels watching as I sleep, And Liberace's Greatest Hits! Have got me pulled in a new direction! If they keep insisting, I'll stop resisting. Just watch me pulled in a new direction. I should stay in the dark, Not obey every spark, But the boy has a bite, Better far than his bark! And you bet I'll bite too, Do what's truly taboo, As I'm pulled in a new direction!
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