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All them tremendous brunettes around.Slow down, don't fuck with my highI want to be left alone here with my monsters, andSay, now it's time to rideTo see lovely girls and to not put the moves on themPraise now the baby geniusShe skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple treeWhile she snaps on her gumHer gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to meAll of your ill-gotten gainsThat you have whipped up to a rich foamy lather, girl;Nameless gnaw of my painsLike 300 trumpets and just one is out of tune. From Letras Mania