Slurping from the rim
Girgle, girgle, girgle
I'm thinking of them
Blink, blink, blink
Noticing the time
Sigh, sigh, sigh
I move to the side
Fart, fart, fart
I think of the war
Why, why, why
I laugh in the face of zits
Ha, ha, ha
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