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Look and you see Your basement is full of he Your head is filled with glue Pick up the phone You're talking like a drone Don't run with scissors in the hall You've been looking for a part time looser Drinking small time boozer in him He's been tripping, he's a hard crime trooper, picking girls from the corner of Jim Jim's working hard cervezas in the yard His girls are tripping in the street You're waiting now Drained out like a cow His working Jims best maid You could settle for a worn out papa Grunting aloud, give me head As long as he was living, breathing, and could squeeze you, please you, in your bed |
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