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It’s always sunny on the cesspit coast.
It’s never true, but you know that’s what they’ll say.
Me, I look like a ghost, I need colour.
And the girls with the orange faces say...
Ooh, they’ll say, “Yes.”
Ooh, they’ll always say, “Yes”.
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Leave me alone. I’ve got two hands of my own.
And I’m not up to the challenge today.
Once my seed was sown, now my disease is unknown.
And the girls from Del Monte, they agree.
Don’t you know there are moral standards?
Give a tip; wipe the smudges off my face.
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