roses are red
the simple flowers are dead
the infinite fled when the devil spun his web
i lose my head thinking of little girls in my bed
some shed in my summer
what a bummer, not my favorite color on my hummer
cummer, art museum cruising
its annie that im using
bet the set and let the chips fall
i dont clink my chips together when i play poker yall
now you know my calling card
wait till you find out what fell in my yard
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