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And I hope your gum tastes as sweet as the punch.
or
And I hope your cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
And does she want to give me Kix
And be I say chicken
Give me pack of memories.
And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories.
And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chicken
Give me pickled memories
And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories.
And in the morning when the horny's passed the gas and flaccid dicks are flung across her arse
And when the morning of the warning's passed the gassed and flaccid kids are flung across the stars
And now I hope your gum tastes as sweet as the punch.
And now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
And then a wonton fairy.
And then along comes Mary.
And then along comes marriage
And then along comes Mary
Give me kicks
And three nine seventy six
And give me fragrant memories
Give me kicks
And be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
I'll admit I was sure out to lunch.
When we met, I was sure out to lunch.
Now my empty cup is as sweet as the fudge
Now my empty cup is as sweet as the punch
Now my empty cup tastes as three kinds of punch
Three kinds of punch
Three kinds of punch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Now you know that weed has the punch.
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
The urge is like a cyclone.
Their urgent cry for sight no more
Then we met on the shore out to lunch.
When we met, I was sure out to lunch.
When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks with dicks and the games they play
When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks whose sickness is the games they play
When we met I was sure of too much.
When we met I was sure out to lunch.
When we met, I was sure of too much.
When we met, I was sure out to lunch.