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Benmina Taquito

Occasionally Yours

On a lip-lined shore feeling it

On a seven-day bender feeling it

Topless in the mourning feeling it

Did you screw the lid on the dapilatory tight?

My homeboys and girls where it’s at…

Right, and it looked like a glowing saucer floating in.

And the TVs blaring theory over us

And the guise making form with us

And to love in sin is bound by the liberty of wails

The teenage lines the club with fake school disassemblies

And the wax on your abs looks tight

And the sun sprays over all the ladies in the house

Go ah ah tell us where we’re at

Like a moviegoer’s goal is to implant the masses with genetic fashion

Ah ah tell us where we’re at

     
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