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Oh classic gentlemen |
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Say your prayers |
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To the wind, of prostitution |
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To your faces, and Rex complexes |
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Riddle my breast |
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Full of the oppressed puss |
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Oh gentlemen, with your fish |
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The you surround, all around |
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And you man, will always point |
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Your fishes, at me |
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But I will always exist |
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Because I always exist |
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Damn good too |
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The rat race begins |
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The fat face stings |
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I hold the fresh pink baby |
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With a smile |
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I slice off those rosy cheeks |
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Because I feel so thirsty |
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And Oedipus Rex complexes |
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...riddle my closed bloated breast |
