Twenty-one, and single nowShe decorates my sideSuffers from the oxygen,Sits
Voices land on popcorn alleyAnd their scrapingTheir knuckles for flight.It's
She's a little ballerinaWho can dance without s soundIn an
Well the big bodacious beauties down on Plum Grove RdGive
Kittybone's waitin'In a back room MisterKittybone's deep withThe chit chat
He's often quietWhen it comes to meeting strangers.And some laugh
Hey Maria, where are ya goinPut down the suitcase and
Mary, Mary, quite contraryWhere's your white wine, silver, and goldIs
I look down upon the pavementThrough this piece of glassCan
Zombies walk and they do talkBut they don't pronounce well.They
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