Thumbs Lyrics
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The thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow
But the taste of a thumb is the sweetest taste yet
As only we thumb-suckers know
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow
But the taste of a thumb is the sweetest taste yet
As only we thumb-suckers know