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Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own,
Hey general, need a little love in that hole of yours.
One ways, now, and saturdays and our kittens all wrapped in cement.
From cradle to gumdrops
Got me running girl as fast as I can and
Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried
Daddy dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
Well, nurses smile when you got iron veins
You can’t stain their pretty shoes and pom poms and cherry blondes
And their kittens still wrapped in cement.
From god’s saviors to gumdrops
Got me running girl as fast as I can and
Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried.
Got a pretty, pretty garden, pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden
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