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Stuffed and sick to the stomach With a gutful of the goods you grow I cringed at the crack After the fact, you said, just hit it Bottoms up, there goes the businesss Better blow it, better quit it Dotted Is (crime?) I tried to trade (this raping?) for (a trimming?) Oh, oh, oh Conratulations, your fellowship set sail And though I know I am not the one You're gonna spend it on and on Yes, I guess I'm not the one you'll spend it on and on and on Still, let's make a deal Don't go back to Portugal I'll refrain from Spain From Letras Mania