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If you want? (Lyric) by FreeFormFixation

Annie once dragged both her folks to her class. Her mother: a slacker, Her daddy: an ass. And the latter was a dame, all damn classy and sass. Her brother: a broker, Her daddy: an ass. And the former stood up tall, his bitch-nips a'cuttin glass. His mother: a teacher, His daddy: an ass. Then the students stood like vultures on a rotting carcass. First their mother, never sweeter. Then their daddy, taste like ass.

Don-Quixote 29-Jul-08/5:10 PM
Ok, well my only real issue is that... this isn't a lyric. I've heard nor seen a thirty second song.

Seven.




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