Yeah, you're my warm cherry center
In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss
You're my pineapple cider
You're the worm in my grapefruit
I'm sorry I can't help you
Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Woohoo, hoohoo
Eatin shit on a
Bus budget
The standard height of some
The body I'll call on Sunday
And move it
This is some nightmare
I am sharing with all of you
Falling in clumps
To follow my feet
Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Breeubreeubree Forgetting the fingers in your dress
Waiting for the spring
To open up the window
Got a rope, that's a smile
Dig deep graves
Press those lips around you
All he needs is a good talking to

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