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Goddamn it's gonna rain. |
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I only brought my socks. |
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The night might hide my shame, |
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But shame won't dry my balls. |
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The spell that brought me here |
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Dissipated when the weather turned. |
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Yeah, sure, Satan rules but |
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That doesn't mean I can't be practical. |
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What kind of orgy leaves |
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A sense of deeper love? |
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What kind of orgy leaves |
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A sense of deeper love? |
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You need Satan more than he needs you. |
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You need Satan more than he needs you. |
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Goddamn it, what's the time? |
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The babysitter needs a lift by nine. |
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What's with that fucking kid? |
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Now who will wash my crucifix? |
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My girlfriend brought me here. |
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I've got to get her on the telephone. |
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Clean up, fetch the goat. |
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If he's sober he can travel in the boot. |
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What kind of orgy leaves |
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A sense of deeper love? |
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What kind of orgy leaves |
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A sense of deeper love? |
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You need Satan more than he needs you. |
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You need Satan more than he needs you. |
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It doesn't look like a man, |
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It doesn't talk like a man, |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
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Does it, does it fuck like a man? |
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It doesn't smell like a man, |
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It doesn't taste like a man, |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
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Does it, does it fuck like a man? |
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It doesn't look like a man, |
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It doesn't talk like a man, |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
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It doesn't smell like a man, |
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It doesn't taste like a man, |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
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But does it fuck like a man? |
