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You're a Werewolf (sung to the tune of "That's Amore")
If the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
You're a werewolf.
If you run down the street on your paws, not your feet,
You're a werewolf
You get pointy ears, you get furry skin,
You want to hunt game, nothing is the same
You're a werewolf
You get pointy ears, you get furry skin,
You want to hunt game, nothing is the same
You're a werewolf
If you howl at the moon some warm night in mid- June
You're a werewolf
If you run with a pack, use a scent trail to track
You're a werewolf
When raw meat makes you drool and you wag like a fool,
You're a werewolf
When you dream you have paws, wake with blood on your jaws,
You're a werewolf
You get pointy ears, you get furry skin,
You want to hunt game, nothing is the same
You're a werewolf
You get pointy ears, you get furry skin,
You want to hunt game, nothing is the same
You're a werewolf
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Thursday, January 16, 2014
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