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You should see her use a gun |
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She slips her nit-picking in, in any way for everyone |
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More than an occasional hazard |
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You run the risk of conceiving a bastard |
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You should see her use a gun |
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She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone |
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More than an occasional hazard |
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You run the risk of conceiving a bastard |
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In remembrance of the truth |
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In remembrance of Aunt Ruth |
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In memory of the gun |
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In memory of everyone |
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And of the warm sun |
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And the pain in my side |
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But if you ask her where she's gone |
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She'll spout a banter on and on |
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About a germ free place |
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About a germ free place in anywhere |
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Her sexual comedy from now until eternity |
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There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on |
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A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity |
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Performed on the plains of Serengeti |
