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i know ten cock suckers |
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and a little asshole |
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a hundred mother fuckers |
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so i m never alone |
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you know i am the queen |
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the queen of Kekeland |
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my sea is ever green |
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my palace full of sand |
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i wear veiled battle dress |
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covered with pearls and roses |
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i m the royal mistress |
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of the bodies and souls |
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my subjects are kekes |
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with big red eyes and hair |
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they live in blue valley |
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travel in montgolfiere |
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they go to the market |
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drinking noiling liquors |
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they buy a pretty poet |
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comme back to eat pepper |
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you know i am the queen |
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the queen of Kekeland |
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my sea is ever green |
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my palace full of sand |
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kekes are always drunk |
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cause they are smell finest airs |
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each keeps an old punk |
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in white bed full of flowers |
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they have under their skin |
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the beloved precious lord |
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thet makes them laugh and grin |
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when they go overboard |
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if one day the missiles |
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come for the big finish |
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kekes will keep their smile |
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they know how to vanish |
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you know i am the queen |
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the queen of Kekeland |
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my sea is ever green |
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my palace full of sand |