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no chocolate in the duty free shoptwo drops of scotchgonna end up on his crotch, tonightall alone, sitting on the thronesome native tounge on the T
Vblaring like an old Peaveyhe don't aim to be rudehe's fighting with his inner prudesome pommes frites and you knowit's gonna drip on to his lapyes, see the man slapping it offtravellin' will do him intrudging through the waves of people'till his heart is cluttered and feebleif you take him out of this loophe may be very easily dupedstill he beats the stampede for the duty freehe's using up all that old currencyhe's using up all that old currencyhe's using up all that old currency
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