Paroles de Please Pass The Epicac
Thought it was no big deal to make a meal of my pride.I swallowed it down and all the while my stomach's turning inside out.
I've got no tolerance for lactose, insults, or disrespect
Were done. Were done. Ask the waiter to bring the check
Gotta walk away from you before I have to puke
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