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And he likes the s*** he's got.
And he likes to shoot his gun.
And he likes to shoot his com.
And he likes to shoot his gun.
And he's the one
Who flys all our pretty thongs
Fanny Likes to sing along
Fanny likes to toot his buns.
And he's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his guns.
Baloo's the son of a fruit.
Bruises on the fruit.
But he don't know what it means.
But he knows not what it means.
But he don't know what it takes
But he knows not what it means.
But he knows not what it means.
But he don't know what it means.
Actually, both may be correct, in different parts of the song. But they still mean the same thing.
Curse of summer through
Bruises on the fruit.
D a dog again.
Reproductive glands
Don't know wadded beef.
Knows not what it means.
Fear the darker grounds.
Reproductive glands
Harry's the one
Who likes to eat Johnny's sons.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs.
He's the one
Honey, all our pretty songs
Honey, Likes to sing along
Honey, likes to shoot his guts
but he, don't know what it takes,
don't know what it takes
to write some
He's the one
who likes all our pretty songs,
And he, likes to sing along
And he, likes to shoot his guns
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeah.
He's the one that offered his son
He's the one that likes all our pretty songs
He's the one who likes all our birdy songs,
And he, likes to chirp along
And he, likes to shoot the bums
But he, don't like Warren's cheese
Don't like Warren's cheese
So he'll pay
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs,
And he, likes to sing along
And he, likes to shoot his guns
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeah
He's the one who likes all our pretty sons.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
He's the one who likes all our pretty suns
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
He's the one, who likes all our pretty sons.
He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes the tune it's got
But he don't know what it means.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his guns
But he knows not what it means.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes the tune it's got
But he don't know what it means.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means.
He's the one
Who likes all life in its own.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs.
He's the one
Who likes to haul off with his arms.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs.
He's the world
He's the one
Here's some truth
Turn the red to blue
Bruise some fruit
Tender age in bloom
Here's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
Annie likes to sing along
Annie likes to shoot his gun
Buddy don't know what it means.
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his guns
But he knows not what it means.
It's the world
He's the one
Lisa one who likes all our pretty socks
Sunny likes to sing along
Eddy likes to shoot his gut
Buddy don't know what it means,
don't know what it means,
you nasty ass
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
and he likes to sing along
and he likes to shoot his gun,
but he don't know what it means,
don't know what it means,
and I say, Yeah
Make me here again
Rape the dark, my friend
Rape the world
Like all the food is gone.
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
And he's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs.
Moose is on the prude.
Bruises on the fruit
Pray for dark again
Reproductive glands
Prunes are a fruit. Tangerines in bloom.
Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.
Rape a dog with glass.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dark again.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dark of friends
Reproductive glands
Rape the dark, my friends.
Reproductive glands
Rape the darker clans
or
Rate a darkened clamp.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog again.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog again.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog again.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog for clams.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog for food.
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog for friends
Reproductive glands
Rape the dog with glass.
Reproductive glands
Rape the duck glands.
Reproductive glands
Reap the darker glans
Reproductive glands
Reap the darker glans
Reproductive glands
Reap the darker ground
Reproductive gland
Roses on the prune
Bruises on the fruit
Save the world
He's the one
Sell the kids for Jude
Well it change his foods.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Rape the dog in grass.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands.
Sell the kids for food
When I'm James Moods.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods.
Senate kids, a boom
When the change is moved
Spring a sea again
Reap the duck of glance
Hey, it's the one who lies
On a pretty song and it
Likes to sing along and it
Likes to shoot its gun
But it
Don't know what it takes
Don't know what it takes to master it
Nature isn't yours
Brews his own fruit
Turn to rage and boom.
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
And he's the one who likes
All our pretty songs and he
Likes to sing along and he
Likes to shoot his gun
But he
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say yeah
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom.
She's the one
Who likes all the gay songs
And she likes to sing along
When she's pulling on her d***
But she knows she has no jeans
Knows she has been seen.
He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean.
Smell my skids for food
Sell the kids for food
Steve's the one
He likes all our pretty songs
Jenny likes to sing along
Eddie likes to shoot his gun
Buddy don't know what it means.
He's the one
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means.
Syracuse is a fool.
Sell the kids for food.
Tender Asian boobs
Tender age in bloom
Turn the red to blue
Tender age in bloom
We can have some more.
Rachel is a whore.
We can have some more.
Nature is a whore.
We connect some more -- Phaedra is a whore.
We can have some more -- nature is a whore.
Where the change is moot
Weather changes moods
Who says I'm a prude?
Bruises on the fruit
Who's a zombie fruit?
Bruises on the fruit