Twenty-eight Songtext
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Twenty-Eight,
Tell me are you single yet?--
My heart's as big as Texas.
It'd take more than just a lingual
threat to get this pest to let live.
At best he'll need a sedative,
and strap him to a steady bed.
At worst it's, he's already dead
the first time folks have heard this-- A song of these,
the bone dry jokes from the
Tell me are you single yet?--
My heart's as big as Texas.
It'd take more than just a lingual
threat to get this pest to let live.
At best he'll need a sedative,
and strap him to a steady bed.
At worst it's, he's already dead
the first time folks have heard this-- A song of these,
the bone dry jokes from the
grown kids' spoked men's notebooks.
Li'l Pone go slow and hollow
like an empty rowboat looks;
left to float alone, it follows.
Where any air goes, it's took.
Li'l Pone go slow and hollow
like an empty rowboat looks;
left to float alone, it follows.
Where any air goes, it's took.
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