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I asked my baby, my baby elf a couple questions about myself. If I was handsome, if I was nice. I was lookin' for her advice. She looked at me and shook her head, and this is what she said: [yelling in elvish] She yelled so loud, she hurt my ears. My eyes they welled up, all full of tears! But I don't mind none, 'cuz she's my elf My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf! When I go walkin' all by myself I busy thinkin' about my elf. I keep her picture up on my shelf. I'm always dreaimin' about my elf. I won't forget the way that she says those words to me. [screaming in elvish] Don't know exactly what she said, just know it kinda hurts my head. I'll take an asprin, 'cuz she's my elf. My elfity babity boobity babity bubbity elf! Leg-o-lamb: Wait a minute! You're not a real elf! You're an elvish impersonator! You sicken oh deceitful one! Ear-a-corn: Oh, give the gourd a bow and arrow and he's a real elf! |