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crusty And my fingers are pruney And all the traces still linger I live the lie Is it me or have I lost my mind? I'm seizing the day With a fever I
That dirty, smelly, sticky, pruney, Trim that bush and make it roomy Decorate that o'l big bush With tinsel, lights and glee.
the water Say that you miss me, beg me to trust you Words that mean nothing, after what I’ve been through Fingers are pruney, face turning blue Lie so easily,
inside your own bathroom, what a convenient date! Sit down at the tub-shaped table Give your order to the waiter And hold my pruney hand I also hired
booty Summertime loving Wanna dip in that jacuzzi Man I’m in it so long I think my fingers getting pruney Hold up Can I clear the air for a minute I know
T-t-twitchin, raisin' hair Raisin brands from water Pruney hands like I'm old Grab the torch to cauter- ize wounds with gold Betty bought her Body mods cause
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