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If I were a painter, I'd be high all the time
Mixing business and pleasure, what's yours could be mine
Long walks to remember through long winter nights
I'd make a world of this room for you to come and sit my guy
If I were a movie, a rare European flick
Where she kills her own father, eats him bit by bit
I'd twist through the receiver, dirty words for your ear
So it goes, yeah it goes, you're trouble just like me
Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice, ain't it sweet
Never have I ever let somebody take control
Turn the needle over, la da da, and let it go
So it goes, yeah it goes, you're trouble just like me
Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice, ain't it sweet