| Orchestrated chamber pots
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| Soap dish shaped like alligator
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| Tit for tat you tail my twat
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| Pitter pat to the smell ya later
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| For a lack of evidently skater chaser tater tot
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| Mail the rebate in then wait
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| But for how long?
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| I forgot
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| 24 or 25 or 26 man I don’t know
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| Either way an alligator helped me to feel less alone
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| Through sophomoric awkwardness
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| Broken Mirror
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| Damaged Goods
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| The eternal question’s «Would I?»
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| Would I?
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| Oh fuck yea I would
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| Woulda coulda shoulda done it
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| Almost did but was too scared
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| Critically conditioning the tits and ass and hips and hair
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| Piece together rooty tooty cuties poo the tiny one
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| Inner baggage carry’s on external manifestation
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| All your friends are drinking beer
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| All your friends are making out
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| All your friends are smoking shit, and fingering, and going down
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| T-shirt says «I'm High on Life»
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| Climb and climb the tallest tree
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| Christopher and Sir Topham Hatt help you conduct your symphony
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| For sympathetic chocodiles and empathetic Fudgy whales
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| Genetically telepathic Reading Rainbow nerf ball sale
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| Change your shoes and pick a lane
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| Take aim with three in the holes
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| Spare the line on the approach
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| Last chair wins the tidy bowl
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| The tuning in of Tokyo in lien of Basic Channeling
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| Had students of the Bosom study woman through the scrambling 1980 cable box
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| A gateway drug for horny lads
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| Who later found the joy of sex and hidden stash of porno mags
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| Holy god damn fucking shit
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| Massive hooters everywhere
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| Pointing toward celestial defenders of the hemisphere
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| So many vagina types
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| This one is a naked lamb
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| This one is a violent slice
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| This one is like raver pants
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| Someone that you know is hiding hustlers in the local woods
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| Inside there is something that will alter how you know this world
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| You may want to fuck some tits
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| You may want to hide your face
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| You will always find some time to fuck your fucking time away
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| We had found a mystery VHS tape in a secret drawer
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| When our parents left for work we fed it to the VCR
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| Specimens of hair and sweat intended for a private eye
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| Humping like a pair of dogs
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| Showcasing a primal drive
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| Nothing seemed the same again
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| Judgement is a petty joke
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| Nobody can say a word
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| They worship the same centerfold
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| Aliens of horrid Mars
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| Seeking life on boring Earth
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| Dropping quarters on the floor
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| Peaking up the shortest skirts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alligator , by - The Uncluded. Song from the album Hokey Fright, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп