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Succulent.
You make me feel succulent 
Yeah, ya do, ya do, ya do
Succulent.
ou make me feel succulent 
Yeah, ya do
We got plenty to go around
Welcome, welcome to the boomtown
All that money makes such a succulent sound
Welcome to the boomtown
Sugar
Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way you're designed
Right Voice (Reed, Yule) 
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated.
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
To Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
With cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
Folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Right Voice (Reed, Yule) 
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committee, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated.
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
To Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
With cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
Folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it
Nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being
Unique?
Got me out my drawers in the car, damn, she macked it
The she put her succulent lips
Right up on the helmet of my gold-ass dick
All you heard was slurpin and sirpin
Got me out my drawers in the car, damn, she macked it
The she put her succulent lips
Right up on the helmet of my gold-ass dick
All you heard was slurpin and sirpin
We got plenty to go around
Welcome, welcome to the boomtown
All that money makes such a succulent sound
Welcome to the boomtown
You're soft, succulent so sweet and thin
That's kind of like a vision upon your skin
You're soft, succulent so sweet and thin
That's kind of like a vision upon your skin
You're soft, succulent so sweet and thin
That's kind of like a vision upon your skin
You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot time
On your telephone line
You got a velvet mouth
You're so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab
Then you rub some salt in 
'Cause that makes it taste nice
Zut alors! I have missed one 
Sacre bleu, what is zis? 
How on earth could I miss 
Such a sweet, little succulent crab? 
Quelle dommage! What a loss
Here we go, in the sauce 
And some flour, I think just a dab 
Then I stuff you with bread 
It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead 
And you're c
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab
Then you rub some salt in 
'Cause that makes it taste nice
Zut alors! I have missed one 
Sacre bleu, what is zis? 
How on earth could I miss 
Such a sweet, little succulent crab? 
Quelle dommage! What a loss
Here we go, in the sauce 
And some flour, I think just a dab 
Then I stuff you with bread 
It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead 
And you're c
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour I think just a dab

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