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| wudda we saw unwrap you from ur shell and bury u babe, maybe in some sweet squirell love? | |
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| sorry babe, the night is young, i gotta fly. | |
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| wuts a broad like you gonna do. | |
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| a night like this? Spend the night drinking cleaning supplies and sniffing gasoline soaked rags babe, well Orange Glow calls. | |
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