Y ArE THesE
FeNcEs
Like LiTtLe
conDENCeors
and y Are
SoMe SisTers
LikE LittLe
TrAnSisTOrS
aNd Y are
sOmE feLLas
LikE LilLyS
An YeLLas
aNd Y iS
A FiRe
LikE A BIrD
On A wIrE
and wHy Duz
HoW U JeRk It
sHoRt
THe CirCut
and y oNly
moRe bEzErK
the WaYs u
twurk it
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