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You file me with the libertines |
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I fold in line |
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My monthly dole of magazines |
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Beaming bistro shines |
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In my ladle is your plum |
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And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs |
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Of your cutesy falling crumbs |
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I saw you at the snazzy din, din |
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You made me sad that |
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I watchedI must say you truly packed 'em in |
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Nearly dearly debauched |
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In my ladle is your plum |
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And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs |
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Of your cutesy falling crumbs |
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In my ladle is your plum |
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And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs |
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Of your cutesy falling crumbs |
