Ouch,
The sting is beginning to slouch.
Settling in my throbbing head,
Mama, when can I just go to bed?
Cali, go clean this,
Don't just whine, never hiss.
All's you know is well,
Yes, mad'am, Cruella Deville.
Don't close your eyes,
The sun is still risen in the skies.
Kids, the kids everywhere.
Come on now, where are the hippies with...
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