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Super Bowl Sunday

de Eliza Doolittle

Just a little boy in a big girls land
Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back
Throwing arrows at the window
But they're not getting in though
You made a move too late
And now you're in checkmate

Bugging like a fly against my window pane
Pain is what you gave me when you left that day
That day I made a promise
To raise my fisty cuffs
You won't fool me twice
Once is quite enough

Cause you're just a little boy in a big girls land
Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back
Throwing arrows at the window
But they're not getting, in though
You made a move too late
And now you're in checkmate

Someone stupid told me that romance was dead
They took him to the tower and cut off his head
But I don't believe it
And I've got the proof
Standing right beside me
When I compare him to you

You're just a little boy in a big girls land
Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back
Throwing arrows at the window
But they're not getting in though
You made a move too late
And now you're in checkmate
(x2)

Oh, you're never gonna make it over these walls of mine

You should runaway
Cause you'll never get past me and my army, my army
Yea, you should runaway
Cause you'll never get past me and my army, my army
Yea, you should runaway
Cause you'll never get past me and my army, my army
You should runaway
Cause you'll never get past me and my army, my army

You're just a little boy in a big girls land
Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back
Throwing arrows at the window
But they're not getting in though
You made a move too late
And now you're in checkmate

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