I see the candy girls asking for something froot loops, chocolate another round, a life a single malt thanks your itch is my command why not a sports car change the channel when you're bored cock the pistol but please go outside where the air is fresher the street's deserted beggars sit like Buddhas minding my own business and then I said
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