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' once before
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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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{laughs}
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One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!
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You're ... personally responsible for, uhh ...
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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.
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Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip
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