| I Am Not Safer Than a Bank |
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| Well is it larger than a baby’s arm? |
| A few more cocktails will straighten you out |
| And we’ll get to the bottom of it |
| Something better to disarm |
| You were in the bathroom far too long |
| Now look at you go |
| I’m not safer than a bank, bitch |
| I’m not safer than a bank, bitch |
| But I’ll tell you this |
| 'Cause you’re bound to find out |
| Nothing is |
| I fucking love that song! |
