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Would you, could you?
Lend a hand with my bbq
I’ve got, beer beer
Get round with your packed up wacky sack
Balding matters
Balding matters
Twist round, sit down
Leave town like you did the last time
Feels great, so good
Yeah I need you to understand that
Balding matters
Balding matters
Cold
Cold shoulder
Since when depend , depend on your approval
I got date of, d.o.b
Your name and number x 4
What a fuckin rort
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