The mole confabulates on the side, pretends to adore you and listens to you
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Because he is such aunt that is good advice, but not good, just a mean female dog
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He'll pat his back, text him, concerned about your problems here
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What we will tell him then tells who is not appropriate when we drown here
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The Mole does not live only in the bravery, but also in KOPROracja
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He dates lunch because he loves you before and hates you after dinner
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After a few denunciations, he gives the ko a coco to his nose with a fast, tethered tube
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He drinks a lot because he knows he's a mole that would steal a pension
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The mole goes up the ass into the promotion tunnel because the heat attracts you like a good job
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What's not falling out? |
Have you fallen on your head? |
There are no rules here, it's one rule
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They hate each other, but for the money they politely kneel in four
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Human centipedes eat each other's ass feces relishly for a career
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They do se Ahoj like a Czech mole pretending to be Greek
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A smile like Petru, all for a pekel, and supposedly for another human being
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A roll on tissue paper, caviar under vodka, elegance France Lazaret
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The Armani suit, the Versace shirt, the head sticking out, it's a goofy mole
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I lie like a note, because everyone knows, it pays off, a mole
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I say what they want to hear so they love me mole
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And when necessary, I sell a secret, such a mole, a mole
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I swallow with wine when I eat a vinaigrette salad, a mole
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I lie like a note, because everyone knows, it pays off, a mole
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I say what they want to hear so they love me mole
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And when necessary, I sell a secret, such a mole, a mole
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I swallow with wine when I eat a vinaigrette salad, a mole
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There are also those asses that have a mole from high stools have bedsores
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Bored, they put them on each other to bite like rats and fight
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But a mole is not a rat, it is blind with feces in its eyes, and it does not disgust itself
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He knows no patents, faithful as a dog will not escape from a sinking ship
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Usually it's like the boss wasn't a mole, a mole
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Jam Lepper has an etiquette, a son and a daughter, and a third wife, Żaneta
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Straw sticks out of his shoes, he is afraid of people and he has to sit at the controls
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So he surrounds himself with a bunch of rams, mediocrities and idiotic clapper
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Tell him what he wants to hear, play him, be like a clown, a mole
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Every day bow down, like down smile and feces, mole
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The moles do not give way and they dig these mounds in someone else's garden until they are done
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They dig tunnels under your feet to reach their destination, slowly
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The mole has no other gods before the cash and prays faithfully to the superior
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Converted into a friend thanks to this news brought
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He leaves a dug-out friend to the fate of a terrified person
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He is used to it, the mole is definitely in your life, watch out for him
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I lie like a note, because everyone knows, it pays off, a mole
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I say what they want to hear so they love me mole
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And when necessary, I sell a secret, such a mole, a mole
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I swallow with wine when I eat a vinaigrette salad, a mole
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I lie like a note, because everyone knows, it pays off, a mole
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I say what they want to hear so they love me mole
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And when necessary, I sell a secret, such a mole, a mole
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I swallow with wine when I eat a vinaigrette salad, a mole |