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runny make em runny honey... doilies doilies where have all the doilies gone... Roses will whither and die Along with the lace and the lies Nothing is
Evelyn, a modified dog Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily Draped across the piano, with some surprise In the darkened room Where
Of all I do on the internet And I'm filled with a dirty white guilt She's a brown on her doily frills She loves me still Sweetest eyes, so dark
a old school like a doily Don't be childish that attitude annoy me You'll never destroy me a naughty boychi A naughty boychi my torpie's boychi
Shouts out to Slinger I'm cleaner than a Zinger box Just as oily Hit your doily At a boily Above all the splatter Noost my beats bouncing fatter Than your
pollinator of bliss She bid toot-a-loo to her usual ways Just because of a kiss Now she's plantin' turnips by de ole oak tree Tattin' lacy doilies too Rumor
the politician, so oily It's served with a doily, Have one! TODD: Put it on a bun. Well, you never know if it's going to run! LOVETT: Try the friar,
Made sure to have plenty of doilies chantilly lace Her favourite friends were gathered behind the big settee And after we surprised here we were all
so oily It's served with a doily Have one? Put it on a bun Well, you never know if it's going to run Try the friar Fried, it's drier No,
up and down, I done got tired so I done sat down. I watched the people for a while, you always learn a little De-doily doidy doit doit doit doit
Changed the subject to the fact That mom's shirt looks just like a doily Menorah's lost, I'm breaking out Depressed from having zero sex Dad interjects,
to the fact That mom's shirt looks just like a doily My menorah's lost, I'm breaking out Depressed from having zero sex Dad interjects, latkes a mess
a message to him, through his beloved auntie Left blood on her lace doilies It'll be weeks before they find her body And I'm lookin' like the goddess
day It's not doily lacing day Today's the day we race A long, long, long, long way we've come To get back where we started from We raced real
In the church where I was raised, all the women hid their hair With what can only be called doilies made of lace They sat beside their husbands
Chicken noodle mayonnaise spread got me seein' stars With a shake I puke the grease and spoil the doily mama stole from the Confederate Memorial
hoodie cuz there’s s no modelz no-no Bang-bang on your face Take a doily dirty bitch Keep your life, everyday Every minute ,finger on the trigger Run away
The highway is lonely I think Bruce would say The road is cold Waitress doily tag Says her name is Linda The "I" is dotted with a heart It's also a mirror Wild
bou om die reën op te vang Die valletjie kaas vir vannag se muis Die doily oor die melkbeker in die kombuis Die liefde is soos n ryp komkommer Vergeet
a chop-shop causeway All dolled up in a springtime dress With curly-q's on his head and chest Doily lace on the fringe of dress Flip-cup blitz he's
That plastic covered sofa and the Tightly crocheted doilies on the chair This ole house is priceless even though I bet nobody else but me would care
hoodie cuz there's s no modelz no no Bang bang on your face take a doily dirty bitch, keep your life ,everyday ,every minute ,finger on the trigger, run
Here Be Dragons Sail away from the sideboard's dusty flowers From the doilies and the wax fruit and the bells Sail away from decay and jobs
internet Fan de ese body doily fresh Tengo el piquete de Scarface Tengo el piquete de Scarface Pavo no me tire que no va aguantar Quieres detenerme tienes
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