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He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4,
With the sharpness of a troubadour.I dare you look him in the eye.
His stench would make a buzzard cry.
He likes burt in white lightning.
Camelback cinema.
In the dark she sat and wait
For her steady random date.
Reflecting back to a time
When eager boys would stand in line.
She likes burt in white lightning.
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4.
Lurking in the corridor.
He came to buy his weekly whore
At camelback cinema.
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