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I want my $$ back.
flying as high as an eagle
far apart my arms are spread
like a knife of which to move the butter
i've just now let go of your finger
like a rock and a hard place, i'm in this jam
i'd say the moving around is quite like jelly
a horrible ache in and around the belly
well, it appears now i have an uncle
i'll piss on your grave, you mother fucker!
see, i never was too fond of smuckers
like a kiss on your lips
a sore on your thighs
go attach yourself another leg!
out of order: yes, it's all been broken
compact my disc and i'll play frisbee
then on and on my fire would fly
dig at your dirt just like an insect
or get into your bed just like a bug
as much as you'd break, i'd rather bust 'er
the hours are fleetin like keaton
don't refer to me as michael
