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Everyday, now, I have hopes I'll catapult into some dreamland
And be met by three-breast
creatures who have lots of beer
And, are real generous and give
it to my friends and me.
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Saturday, I'm busy, Hey! We're
going to a
party.
There'll be chicks
and beer, it's stupidness, but, part of that whole deal.
Stash that beer
bangue. There's a cop inside your
dress. {what's he lookin for?}
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Four monks in a
playground starin' while I
fondle two blonde twins.
While the two both fondled back,
they didn't fondle well.
What the hell, it's swell whenever
you've got twins to fondle.
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