And right lines of bloom
Very nice and initiative
It sounds all so wonderful
To venture into a restaurant
A lexicon of music and hold hands
The extension is integrated
Out of touch, out of sight
To soak into a basin
Skunk and junk food it's never been cheaper
Eyeballs could clash in an instant
Nobody's perfect, not even you
Gush over to Jersey, where you can print
You win anything if you really want
To be all you can be
To be all you can be
The science of the good burger
Skunk, Skunk
Skunk, Skunk
Skunk, Skunk
Skunk, Skunk
For architects and young mentors
Which is for other garments
But she thought it was all right
And stared into the gallery
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