| It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
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| That you’re only supposed to use once and then discard
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| Where do you put it? |
| In the garbage can, my honest friend
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| My shyness, pet her flow
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| She’s only been five months late, even though we haven’t had sex for a week
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| A meal a day, a meal, I say
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| And my heart’s made my …
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| Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'
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| She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
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| She’s only five weeks late, but I haven’t had a date forever …
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| Ever … ever … forever!
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| Wish I had more … more opportunity,
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| More chances to remember some things
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| So I couldn’t have so much pressure on my …
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| On my … on my, um … ah, on my … um … um … head
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| We’d have so much more diversity,
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| And so much more input, so much more creative flow,
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| If we had someone in school, a 'GIT' …
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| GIT … geeks … in … town.
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| Ha! |
| … Come on, Dave, think of one … !
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| — Girls with trouble
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| It should be GIC, geeks with charvels
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| No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time …
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| One more solo? |
| Yeahhhhhhhhh! |
| Yeaaaahhhhh!
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| You’re personally responsible for …
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| The entire strip … to be washed away …
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| Cleansed … as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
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| Flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
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| It didn’t just singe the hair, it made it straight.
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| And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
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| And his … silk …
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| And he … he erected a beautiful city …
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| A city of stars. |