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At lunch In the park she sings...
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| Some day my prince will come. Some day my prince........ | |
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| Yo! Funky mama. You rang? | |
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| Me & my brutha wants what you gots and are hot fo yo slot. So give us a shot. | |
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| Honestly, I know I said "prince". It maybe sounded like "pimps" but it was definitely "prince". | |
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| So like,"Who cares"? I just wanna know how many tricks you turned before your lunch hour was over? You NASTY GIRL, you! | |
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