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Miss Peaches wears and dress,
And Pea likes bubbles,
And if I had a scythe,
I'd hack at all her troubles,
Short under stress,
the S & P doubles,
How must he live,
her ruins and her rubbles,

Ooh come on a new bull to shave,
Ever since they told us we recklessly misbehave,
got chicken from a website,
I've got from a funnel,
And every we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai tunnel,

I be wrong about everything,
But seen her bells and I've heard them ring,
This time I'm in no to say anything,

Miss Peaches bakes a pie,
And Sweet Pea cries,
There's a million things she'd rather have,
one of those pies,
Troubled teens to die,
And tell lies,
How long to know what of yeast,
is making your rise,

oh I'm happy as a clam,
Ever since I did the right thing and who I am,
The guy I used to with,
Became a whore,
And ever he got out,
He wanna go for more,

I'm not for a reprieve,
But it's a tangled web we weave,
I'm not asking you to anything,

If you ask her to dance,
a 'howdy do,'
When she your acquaintance,
She always blue,
She not want to bleed,
But she's in lead,
And she's two-step, tangle web