trek & brad pitt, i watch kung-fu b movies & shave my armpits.
My brain is a sewer, where you dump your garbage.
Read me psychic man & tell me who i am, just put it on my visa.
Bleed me psychic man, i know you understand, you make it up so easy.
I don’t watch lesbian porno, will i befriend a trailer & die a smoker? will i
marry a redneck, will publisher’s clearing house drop off a big cheque?
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Reach through the phone there bud, are you vulcan can you meld with me? i’ll reflect
some evil to your head, Ў®til your dead.
Will i cough up a fur ball when reading the tabloids doctors’ pulled my gerbil? will
i meet a new boyfriend, or will i be porked by martians & bare their children?
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