this time i'm gonna take the collection baby
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and with the money in my hand
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i'm gonna purchase all the details
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scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
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walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
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racing up the scales of your thermometer
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turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine
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clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines
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i found feathers in the hit and run nest
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omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads
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when she knocked me over
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i looked inside the hearse
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sprouting chauvanistic swine
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and written were the words
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poking butter with this knife
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allergic to this concubine
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racing by in a '56 chevy
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and we couldn't even pretend
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to be alive...
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i found feathers in the hit and run nest
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scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
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Schaffino
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| At The Drive-In |
