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Mustard gas and curly fries Boys do well but girls, they die You and i will take a trip now Do the things that we think are hip, now
I said, we all love peanut butter
Take a feather and fly it from a roof Maybe do a swan dive from a roof Some say she's crazy and some say i'm a nut Peanuts are nice but the acid is rare
I said, we all love peanut butter
Take your beat off hand and fly off in a rage Take your beat off hand and seal it in a cage Now my story is comin' to an end Make sure it's a story and not your best friend
I said, we all love peanut butter
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