| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| Slow down, don’t fuck with my high
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| I want to be left alone, here with my monsters
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| And say, now it’s time to ride
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| To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| Praise now, the baby genius
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| She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree
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| While she snaps on her gum
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| Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me
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| Tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| Tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All of your ill gotten gains
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| That you have whipped up to a rich, foamy lather, girl
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| Nameless gnaw of my pain
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| Like three hundred trumpets and just one is out of tune
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| (Hey, hey, hey)
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| (Hey, hey, hey)
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| All them tremendous brunettes
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| All them tremendous brunettes around
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| Around |