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inch is packed with dynamite!!

Her hair is blonde and curly,
Her curls and hurly-burly
Her lips are pips!
I call her hips,
Twirly and whirly!

She's my

whirly
Wiggy, jiggy, braidy, twirly
Yeah
Even if it's not there I rock bare
Heritage
A cultural affair
Don't touch my hair without permission
You just

Honey Bun

Mandy Patinkin

Oscar & Steve

1995

hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly.'

She's my baby, I'm her pap!
I'm her booby, she's my trap!
I am caught and I don't wanna run,
'Cause I'm havin' so much

Twist! Twist!
Christmas dance!
Twirly-whirly! Twirly-whirly!
Twist dance!
One, two! One, two, three!
One, two! One, two, twist!

Merry merry Twistmas!

the dope twirly-whirlies
I just had a out of my body moment off these Perky-Yerkys
If they flick me, dump it out the window, shit, you know this thirty

away with her tail in the air

Whisky, frisky, hippity hop
Up he goes to the tree top
Whirly, twirly, round and round
Down he scampers to the ground

hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly.'

She's my baby, I'm her pap!

I'm her booby, she's my trap!

I am caught and I don't wanna run,

'Cause I'm havin' so much

licking
That twirly whirly mixing
That dipping
That hit it hit it hit it ain't no quitting
I'll miss it
I need to make some bands to make a seat that I can

high
Ev'ry inch is packed with dynamite!

Her hair is blond and curly
Her curls are hurly-burly
Her lips are pips!
I call her hips 'Twirly' and 'Whirly

Nuts might be!

Whisky, frisky,
Hippity hop,
Up he goes
To the tree-top!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly,

twirly
Felt like Morty, riding the Whirly Durly
Oh geez, people asking me why I gotta be so squirrelly?
Well, Replay got strength, like he's hella burly

with the pole
And I had to hit the road again
Had to murder this track like name osama bin
Twirly-whirly how I'm feelin' off the whiskey room
Finna spin,

of use
Bibbity-bobbity silly sound
Whirly-twirly all around
Wacko-macko crazy cheer
Gibberish symphony we revere

Higgledy-piggledy flip-flap
Zany zoodle

and flowers
Everything's alright, everythings okay
Just bees and thing and flowers

When it gets dark outside and you're feeling weak
Sip a little sunshine,

the top spot since a tot like taters
Double down on myself like I'm Dion Waiters and

All those April showers, on my flowers for me
For me, for me
I