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It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
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That you're supposed to use just once and discard
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Where do you put it? In a garbage can, my honest friend
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My shyness, pet her flow
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She's only been five monthes late, even though we haven't had sex for a week
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A meal a day, a meal I say - And my heart's made my
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Somebody else used the word 'aurora borealis'
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She was tied up in chains, and Sam has helped her into the freezer
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She's only been five monthes late, and I haven't had a date forever...ever!...ever!...forvever!...!
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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... on my... on my, umm...ahh, on my...um...um...head
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We'd have so much more diversity
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And so much more imput, so much more creative flow if we had someone in school
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a G.I.T.
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G.I.T. - geeks in town... ha!... come on Dave, think of one...
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It should be a G.I.C. - geeks with Charvels... no, G.W.C., well...
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(laughs)
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One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhh!
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You're personaly responsible for... the entire strip... to...um... to be washed away...to be cleansed
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as if gallons of, um...ah, rubbing alcohol 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...
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| Nirvana |
