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Put your foot on the right path, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Don't you just love mornings?
Claim your big prize
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Look at that, how nice it slides
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No fear of the monster
I have my methods, daddy
Soft all over
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You came in red, you'll leave all red
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