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The club, I met her, staring at me like a brother,
Pink panties on, fire in the butter,
The hole was so deep,
She needed a tampon to keep,
Lucky for me,
She was my everything,
The lot was filled with dead bodies,
Not a sign of that I would call it,
But I liked her dress anyway,
As the wind blew the fire in the place,
Lazy, the hall was next door,
Dum, the smell of roses was on the floor,
Pretending I had hardly went to the club,
The discouragement drove me away from,
Only the next time did I see her,
She was licking ice cream at the window,
The King burgers were still being made,
But it was narrow as the bat was shade,
Christine began to get upset,
Nothing was happening alone to get,
Regina, she was on her way to the car,
Then looked back up into the stars,
If she only knew about that van,
Regina would have crane back as soon as I asked.
