Paroles de Number One
It stinks like action in hereI told you productivity was prohibited until your menstrual cycle (endears)
And the nebulous remains a hospice to cholesterol
And the diaphragm remains a dietary aid
We exchange compliments about us (Gil)
cause this pilot has confidences in skill
I will not bare the pocket pilot advice
and now everybody's trying to get their grubby hands on it
get your grubby hands off it
get your grubby hands off it
and now everybody's trying to get their grubby hands on it
get your grubby hands off it
get your grubby hands off it
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