Tra, la, la, in your snatch fits pleasure
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Broom-shaped pleasure
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Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N
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Little did I know then
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That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
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Tall woman, pull the pylons down and wrap them around
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The necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
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Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers
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Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
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In your hoof lies the heartland
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Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure
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Les yeux, it's all in your eyes
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In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
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Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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Blended by the lights
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Fitzpleasure
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