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One day, at the ol' rubber chicken farm...
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| Sometimes I feel that somehow, someway we all like lacy undies. | |
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| a little further... a little further... | |
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| Oh God, they're starting to creep up... | |
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| damn...didn't work...curse thy skull, curse it I say! Wait, I've got an idea... | |
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There's a smell of gasoline in the air...
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| So, do you like black lace or are you more of a hearts on white man...Bob? | |
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