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I picked up my bag, I went lookin’ for a place to hide. Then I saw …
He was a punk, she did ballet.
Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress?
I picked up my bag, I went lookin’ for a place to hide. Then I saw …
He was a punk, she did ballet.
Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress?