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You got to know what to do You wanna win my love drama baby Touch me where I poo Touch my anus Touch my bum Touch my asshole Let's have some fun Your a special sort of gal I knew it when we did first meet Your a woman a man could love Baby you touch me where I excrete PIG WHY It sat in mud, the pig that is. Sat in a pile drama of mud. A pig! And in the mud, sat a pig. Oh pig. Oh pig drama in mud. Pig. Pig. Pig. Pig, your in mud. Why? TO BE A GOD There once was a god. He could raise up great storms and throw worlds to doom. His desire was reality. And mad once said, that he too could be a god and was thus slain. Fire from the depths and lighting from the sky hurricanes and blizzards all crashed into man and slew him where he stood. Such damage was done that only one bird and a couple of snails survived. The bird knew it wasn't a god The snails wouldn't even joke about something so absurd. The bird one day, shit on the shoulder of the god. The god was to devine to notice. He was a god. Still had shit on him, though, THE LITTLE BOY, WHO IS ME There was a fence Across a field And there I sat, But not for long, it hurt my bum.
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