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The Sad But True Story Of Ray Mingus, The Lumberjack Of Bulk Rock City, And His Never Slacking Stribe In Exploiting The So Far Undiscovered Areas Of The Intention To Bodily Intercourse From The Opposite Species Of His Kind, During Intake Of All The Mental Condition That Could Be Derived From Fermentation |
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It's been a pretty long time, baby |
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But now, I'm back in town |
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It's time to leave your husband |
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Now you know that little clown |
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Last time we were seeing |
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Didn't you beg for more |
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It's OK with me as long |
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As you do it four on the floor |
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This is what I'm giving you, you'll get it all tonight |
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You will be my lover, but not my tender wife |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
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I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
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I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand |
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I've missed the little North Pole |
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On the bottom of my twister |
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Here's the one-eyed-worm |
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Now you'll never be a sister |
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Well, it's time to leave now |
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You better walk her home |
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Don't forget you underwear |
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You look pretty stoned |
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This is what I'm giving you, you'll get it all tonight |
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You will be my lover, but not my tender wife |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
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I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
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I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
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I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man |
