Butter. Butter and babies
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this shack's distinct aroma.
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Sugar, I'd come over
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but it's very hard to hump in front of your children.
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They're horrific.
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Your husband should know your hex,
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your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion.
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It's not natural, these children with melted beaks.
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Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap.
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This Adultery Is Ripe
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| The Blood Brothers |
