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Here comes the book The book of rules If you play this game You won't stay the same You could win your golden teeth Be a spinning top Use a riding crop Mr Alphabet says "Smile like a weasel As I cover you... Cover you in treacle" We all know impatience is a sin So do as you're told to do It's so rewarding to And you could win the tin man's heart Be a chiming clock Lie on the chopping block Mr Alphabet says "Give me all your money Just to cover you Cover you in honey" Don't be afraid There's no marmalade Don't be afraid I wouldn't even dream of it! Get This Ringtone

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