I wanna chew my bubble gum with you.
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And I wanna walk you home from school.
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And I wanna carry your books to every class.
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And I wanna fuck you up the ass.
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Girl, don't you know it's true, how much I love you.
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I wanna sing it 'cross the land, oh won't you hold my hand?
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She tells me that she loves me,
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Now I'm gonna tell her that I love her.
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She tells me that she loves me,
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Now I'm gonna try and fuck her.
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But where the hell are my priorities?
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Left in the hands of the authorities.
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This might be satire
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| Propagandhi |
