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Now, who heard of a place right, Where all the girls� skirts are well tight? Where it�s spelt �ballet� and said �ballay�? Where they don�t sleep on posh hay? Now, usually you only get twelve guesses, And �cos it�s weird, you get all of three presses. So I�ll give you some help, It�ll only take one more yelp. If I give you some more clues, Do you think you could get me some more booze? Now, this place right, Where all the skirts are like skin tight. Some of �em can�t talk proper like, They always have to get on their bike. There are usually names for these types of hikees, It�s usually a bunch of thick pikees. And if you still aint got it, you should join their clan, �cos you�ve already been put on a ban. Now, when I said, �one more yelp,� I lied, I think you need a lot more help. There�s so much hate and suffering, It�s not like no normal offering. There are empty fridges, empty souls, and physical pain, It�s mostly a game of who can stay sane. They used to have this thing, right, called the cane, But now they found this cure like, called COcain. There are a million and one uses for a knife, But this place, right, its reality so, WELCOME TO LIFE! |
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