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When I open your door, I could not ask for heaven, |
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God must be in my refrigerator, |
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Items close to my heart, |
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Carrots and pickles, |
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Yeah it's heaven on earth |
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Right inside of my door |
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Lime gelatin, |
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Chocolate pudding, |
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Fishy wishies, |
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Why don't you get me |
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White enameled and chrome, |
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A little church of my own, |
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A little taste of honey, |
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It wouldn't take much money, |
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On your altar I'm posed, |
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On your lettuce I'm dancing, |
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And I suppose I suppose |
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Add gelatin, |
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Fish crazies, |
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Chocolate custard, |
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Cut the mustard |
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White enameled and chrome, |
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A little church of my own, |
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A little taste of honey, |
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It doesn't take no money, |
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Makes you cum in your pants, |
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Like a two-day romance, |
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On your stove I'm froze, |
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I suppose I suppose |
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Chocolate custard, |
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Wavy gravy, |
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Mashed potatoes, |
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Do the alligator |
