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for fleas and piddled on trees and sniffed each other's ars'oles Red Riding Hood thinks we're dead good although we've got the mange She likes it doggy
the parasols, I prat around on the beach All night I'm pissed as ars'oles and incapable of speech But I'm going back to Majorca Back to the prettiest girl that
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