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| Oh, come on I mean, really You didn't actually think you had a chance with me Did you? Oh, you did Well. I think you've had too much to drink 'Cause there's no way I'd ever let you touch me Even if I was drunk, high, and delerious You still wouldn't have a chance So, please take your skanky, greasy self off to somwhere else Oh, and by the way You dance like a spaz. |
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