We Don't Talk About Mynus

Lyrics
Wage: We don’t talk about mynah-nah-nah-nah-nus We don’t talk about mynus But it was his wooden house

Ox: It was his wooden house

Wage: We’re getting ready And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

Ox: No clouds allowed in the sky.

Wage: Mynus stays in for the years, and it made…

Ox: Thunder!

Wage: You’re telling your story on your mind

Ox: What kind of doll is he now?

Wage: Mynus says to “Go Away.”

Ox: He says to “Go Away.”

Wage: Somedoll getting flames off prey.

Ox: To use the umbrella

Wage: Look out for the tornado!

Ox: Carefully those windy, anyway…

Wage and Ox: We don’t talk about mynah-nah-nah-nah-nus We don’t talk about mynus

Emily: Hey, Do you hear the noises? He is feeling irritated Mynus’s roaring and then screaming and runaways Even though that starting from yowling like a cat Yew, Yew, Yew!

Probably that mynus did not makes decorated Somehow he was mostly to tries get generated Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand?

Uglydog: Eleven foot range for chuck belong his back When it calls your name it all fades to black When it’s sees your dream and it’s sounds of screams (Hey!)

Wage, Ox, Emily and Uglydog: We don’t talk about mynah-nah-nah-nah-nus (We don’t talk about mynah-nah-nah-nah-nus.)

Wage, Ox, Emily and Uglydog: We don’t talk about mynus (Don't tell the Mynus!)

Female Perfect Doll #1: He told to the flamethrower, and then would dead! (Oh-No!)

Male Perfect Doll #1: He told to the polka food, and now I’m fat! (Oh yuck!)

Male Perfect Doll #2: He said that all my hair would disappear Now look at my head (My, My/Hey!)

Crowded Dolls: Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!

Molly: He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised and someday be mine He told me that my singer would wrote Like the strings that thrive on your mind

Alyssa: Without piñata off the string

Niimah: He told me that the doll of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now

Mandy: Hey, Moxy I want no sound of to you I could hear him now

Moxy: Well, about that mynus I really, really, want that mynus Definitely saw that mynus I absolutely saw that mynus

Lydia: Beauty Tuesday, it’s leaving here.

Rest of PerglyDolls: Time for Talent!


 * Uglydog:
 * Eleven foot range for chuck belong his back
 * When it calls your name it all fades to black
 * When it’s sees your dream and it’s sounds of screams
 * That wasn't talk about mynus, for real?!


 * Wage:
 * It was his wooden house
 * Ox:
 * It was his wooden house
 * Wage:
 * We’re getting ready
 * And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
 * Ox:
 * No clouds allowed in the sky.
 * Wage:
 * Mynus stays in for the years, and it made…
 * Ox:
 * Thunder!
 * Wage:
 * You’re telling your story on your mind
 * Ox:
 * What kind of doll is he now?


 * Emily:
 * Hey, Do you hear the noises? He is feeling irritated
 * Mynus’s roaring and then screaming and runaways
 * Even though that starting from yowling like a cat
 * Yew, Yew, Yew!
 * Probably that mynus did not makes decorated
 * Somehow he was mostly to tries get generated
 * Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
 * Do you understand?


 * Molly:
 * He told me that the life of my dreams
 * Would be promised and someday be mine
 * He told me that my singer would wrote
 * Like the strings that thrive on your mind

Alyssa: Without piñata off the string


 * Uglydog:
 * Eleven foot range for chuck belong his back
 * When it calls your name it all fades to black
 * When it’s sees your dream and it’s sounds of screams


 * Wage:
 * Mynus says to “Go Away.”
 * Ox:
 * He says to “Go Away.”
 * Wage:
 * Somedoll getting flames off prey.
 * Ox:
 * To use the umbrella
 * Wage:
 * Look out for the tornado!
 * Ox:
 * Carefully those windy, anyway…


 * Niimah:
 * He told me that the doll of my dreams
 * Would be just out of reach
 * Betrothed to another, another
 * Oh my doll, oh my doll,
 * Oh my doll, thank dollness


 * Molly:
 * He told me that the life of my dreams
 * Would be promised and someday be mine
 * He told me that my singer would wrote
 * Like the strings that thrive on your mind

Rest of PerglyDolls: Hey! He's here! Don’t talk about mynah-nah-nah-nah-nus

Moxy: Why it’s really talk about mynus.

Rest of PerglyDolls: Not a word about mynus

Moxy: But I want that mynus