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| I wander. I wa-wa-wa-wa- wander. Why, wa-wa-wa- why she ran away. | |
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save yourselves from the speed of Carl Lewis and
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| No one Ling Ling Bathry. Stop bothering me, you delicious Del Pickle Pie, so ripe and mollified. | |
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| But I have no one to play with. | |
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from the Rainbow Coalition's Balls on High!
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| How about you play with my little mexican friend, Pascal or was it Julio Iglesias. I love the smell of the rainforest Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| They are cutting it down. I can't breathe. Simon says, "Play dead." | |
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