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| ♫♫ She's got AIDS! She knows how to use them... She never begs... she knows how to choose them... She's got a dime... all of the time... ♫♫ | |
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| ♫♫ Stays out at night... movin' through time... Oh, I want her... shit, I got to have her... The girl is alright... ♫♫ | |
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| She's got LEGS, you drunk idiot! | |
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| No, my mom really does have AIDS. | |
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