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One night at the Funkytown rest stop...
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| Welcome to Funkytown. I'll be your father figure. Walk this way. | |
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| Mama told me not to come, but I have this constant craving. I guess this is the end of the innocence. Turn out the light. | |
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| This is the stuff that dreams are made of! That's the way I like it. I am so into you. I'll be your back door man. | |
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| I can't go for that. Oooh, baby, baby. Feels like the first time. I wanna be sedated... | |
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| You give love a bad name. | |
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