i gottuh dirty feel'n

.

                              but'uh bet'uh
                                     think

                             i bet she stayz
                                       'til
                                 worn out
                                       'til
                            her nail polish
                                warez off
                                   fromg
                              all that wet

                             and she'z an
                               american

                    my last wife wouldn't
                          do my laundry
                                by hand

                                  whut
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